a room I am locked in without a key,
invisible walls between you and me.
Walls that are thin enough for me to hear your words
but too thick to understand your thinking.
a country I live in
where people speak an encrypted foreign expression.
I am yelling as I communicate,
but no one bothered to tell me that their ears are deafened.
a dream of my body being a piano,
full of black keys only
the sharps and the flats,
but to play a song that others can perceive,
I need some white keys.
This is why I am here,
to find the key of the room,
the key for decryption,
and the white keys on my body.
Then I found them:
Words of clarity,
that I can finally seize
when I am drowning in a flood of voices;
Words of hope,
that speak life into me
when sadness swarms over me like sluggish waves;
Words of love,
that changes my world entirely
when I am bounded by autism.