Thursday, December 3, 2009

GLASS CASTLE

A poem written by an adult with Asperger's was shared with me. It follows:

i have built and live in all around me
a castle made of glass for all to see
it reflects the sun in a dazzling way
so as to keep the intruders at bay

it stands atop a verdant hill
away from where the villagers mill
its clean fa├žade a temple makes
for clean efficient infallible grace

its prism walls do split the light
till rainbows do my soul ignite
i sit at my window and i see
how the others live away from of me

they live, laugh, cry, work, love, hate and die
while i first count the clouds, then stars in the sky
and though their homes sink and sag and then fall
my castle stands silent immovable through all
its construction is clockwork, its lines perfect clean
no fault can be found in its faces seen

i tell no one the castle is cold in the night
that its rooms are empty, its windows sealed tight
its walls are clean but cannot hold fast
and they give scant protection when stones are cast
and when the clocks strike midnight, morning, noon
it is only me in my still quiet room
and the castle i built for silent safety
is locked by the one with no key, no key



-anonymous