An old dark sad poem, untitled….
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NB: I found this written on a notepad today. I have no idea how old it is, it has no title… but I am thinking possibly 2005. I really have come so far from those dark times.
In the dark I stand still
Scared to move, breathe, think, feel…
Suddenly a rope comes down
I look up without a sound
There at the top I see light,
I climb myself out so very high
I feel this light it is so warm
I was free at last I thought…
Or had I just entered another hell?
Its still to hard to tell.
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Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!
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I call this “reflection” Matty looking at where you have been to where you are now!!!!
It’s a good thing to be able to make comparisons between diiferent stages of your life and to see and acknowldege the differnece. It all puts life into perspective huh 🙂
I like to think of this situation as say the seasons, or the days in our lives matty…
We all go through hard/bad times during our lives ( hopefully not to much though!)
and when it is ‘dark’ it can be hard to wait the darkness out until the sun comes again, and winter gets on our nerves with all the rain and clouds and cold etc….. but eventually the seasons change and then we can start almost complaining about the heat LOL
When times get bad for me i use these cycles as a method of waiting patiently for a time, when sure enough the universe comes together to make my heart and mind so full of sunshine!!!
Kia Kaha to you Matty…… :-):-) 🙂