Making friends with shadows [autistic poetry]

the silent wave

Perhaps part of my cocooning that I had mentioned in my last post has to do with exploring darkness.  Maybe it has to do with utilizing some of the pent-up creative energy that my brain can’t seem to streamline into something more outwardly productive.  I have felt unfocused, perpetually drained.  Although this sounds bad, I’m not sure it is; there’s a time for everything, of course, and resting is no exception.  But I’m ready to feel like wanting it to come to an end.  🙂

My creative tree sprouted one fruiting body that seems to reflect the pervasive theme mentioned above.  It does indeed take us to dark places, where strength and weakness, light and dark, courage and fear, temptation and righteousness (whatever they are), of resilience and vulnerability, of defeat and transcendence, all duke it out on in sections of big battlefields, often overlapping.  And although I speak in…

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