Uncloaked (A Poem About Autism) Poem by Gillian.E. Shaw

As she saw them waving back at her
all at once heart broke
when both in perfect harmony
wept tears of loss: for memory
they waved their hands in unity
the other stood aloof.

The other stood aloof
and only then 'twas understood
a soul so out of time
without reason, without rhyme.

As she saw them waving back at her
all at once uncloaked
revealed the years with all the tears
once sorrow drenched yet now so clear
a wielded sword which held such fear
hidden well, a truth.

Hidden well a truth
that only now is understood.
Our soul was out of time
without reason, without rhyme.

March 2008