Neurodiversity Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Inside each head, a different spark,
No two alike, from dawn to dark.
Some flick a switch, their feelings hide,
While others feel the world inside.

A careless word, a hasty deed,
For some, it's dust, a planted seed.
They can't quite grasp what wounds may bloom,
Or how a thought can fill a room.

Perhaps this way is common, true,
But some of us feel strange and new.
Yet wisdom says, for every part,
A purpose lies within the heart.

So let us learn, and then embrace,
The rhythm of this varied race.
Accept what is, let worries cease,
And find our own, unfolding peace.


T.M.Solvang