My name is Ann, and my life is really a nonverbal person with autism!
Troubled honest past
Horrifying thought begins
How to not become dark cloud
Thundering in the chaos
It begins pounding in my head
How to have someone understand
Wishing to God my voice
Opens like a youthful tree in spring
What if the waves inside
Never stop rocking the boat of life
How does one live through each storm?
Hope to become understood.
Placing goals is times hand,
There beneath the knowledge
To help some push their pace
I know time eternal doesn’t give us forever
It takes the insight of the arm
To focus their hand
Position right, life is your only obstacle