Autism Masked In My Spectrum Of Color's Poem by James McLain

In light of the world, I wear a mask,
A cloak to hide my daunting, task.
Autumn leaves dance, but I stand still,
Concealing truths, by force of will.

A spectrum woven, colors defined,
Yet, in this masquerade, solace I find.
To navigate a realm that seldom sees,
The beauty that resides in subtleties.

Behind the mask, a kaleidoscope spin's,
A spectrum's grace my quiet, dreams.
I weave through echoes of a neurotypical sea,
Yet in my heart, I celebrate life, this life this being, is inside of me.

A dance of words, a rhythm I own,
The mask protects, but I'm not alone.
Autism's whispers, misunderstood and vast,
Yet strength arises in the shadow I cast.

So, let the mask be a shield, not a guise,
Revealing layers beneath the quiet skies.
In every line, in every truth, a vibrant hue,
Autism embraced, in both old and new.