My little caged bird
My little caged bird
A box bedroom is your whole world
Growing pale. Depressed and insular
The trees the streets and the busy crowds repel you
So you keep safe in Your cosy prison
Schools don’t understand
Your behaviour so different from all the other boys, you just want to belong
But Autism is a lonely city to live in
We saw your heart your soul your soaring talent
Your spirit shone through in rare moments
But life can get scary without a road map for sensitive kids like you
One day you went away
At last a special place that saw through your meltdowns sad eyes and obsessions
This college by the sea
Was specially for gifted teenagers just like you.
No longer seen as problem at last you were nurtured and encouraged
Now you are growing up a man
You are thriving In every way
A talented drummer in a band
Playing gigs and writing your own songs
This is the life for the coolest nephew I have known.
Let life at him !
Cos his fulfilling life is now just beginning.
Wendy : 23 / 07 / 2017
Everyday I run a Marathon
Just like that, a seed is planted, within seconds it takes root, it entrenches.
It traces the veins, and blood vessels in the body
And beats a path to my trepidous heart
This seed – it grows, and it’s out of shape.
The icy tendrils are squeezing my skull now.
Then it comes… the shallow breath.. in/out in/out
My throat is narrow , the worries huge
This is a daily task – just to get through this
…. The front page of a newspaper, a throwaway comment, a memory from the day before
Are all marching with set purpose, towards my psyche
They are not giving up, this time I just might be right
If I didn’t care… something terrible could occur
I keep the world safe by ruminating
I should be awarded by my services to humanity
But instead – this constant battle – to keep the breath steady and the thoughts calm, no ripples on the water.
I ground my feet into the earth
I look out the window to the world below
Anything to distract myself from the Army of myriad nightmares I imagine may happen…
AT ANY MOMENT
I look at you – and smile
Yes, you think… everything’s OK – I just keep the mask truly fixed
But everyday – you just don’t realise I run a marathon.
Wendy : 14/08/2017
( Wendy Gabriel has written poetry for 20 years, it is only in the last 3 years I’ve performed at Open Mic, I love to see people’s reactions at Open Mics, I’ve had rapt silence, laughter and tears.)
The Beautiful Space-