a gentle awakening.
"I'M A PROUD PARENT OF AN AUTISTIC CHILD"(read the sticker on the bumper)
made my great depression seem less than mild
left my black clouds to dance off the stage
dwindle into the night
for i caught a glimpse of true beauty,
a wasp in the lamplight.
please hold me close for as long as you can.
if you can't, no worries
i'll understand.
i was far more appreciative and grateful
less agression
less hateful
over annoying people
of the morning commute
the kids who text in theatres
fake emotions through computers
and hello kitty sticker pictures
it was easy to be displeased
by the shit that swims in the thick breeze
but as the tear fell down my face
on that isolated holiday
a mezmerizing emotion broke through the floor board opening
like a sweet yet subtle uprising slowly floating over me
left me honest and shaking
a gentle awakening
when usually sadness would do the undertaking
dressed in crisp tuxedos with bright white gloves
because there's no better gift
that you can give children
than a parents unjudging love.
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