Spoiler
A poem about my autistic little brother, who I fail to understand but will never stop trying to relate to.
Dear brother,
I don't tell you enough what you need to know.
I judge you like the rest, by your cover.
Sometimes I look no further because
It scares me a little, the words I cannot read.
But beyond this strange image you portray
I see a spirit unpredictable,
A person of a thousand weathers, wild like
The churning sea, peaceful below
But no one seems to understand that -
Honestly, not even me.
But fair-weather or not you cannot doubt
You're always a brother, my brother,
My undeniable friend.
Little brother I promise you
Not to doubt you like the rest, for you are brighter
Than a lighthouse that guides a thousand ships.
Decoding what you mean to say past
What our judgemental ears will hear
And bracing for whatever storms loom towards us,
Denying ourselves of this strange fear.
