Nothing Is Not Perfect

Here, I am trying my hand at verse writing. I am also writing in the point of view of my friend with an autistic sister. Enjoy...:)

There it is,

Charlotte’s autism right there in my face

Shielding my own sister from me

Something is wrong

Something is always wrong

When charlotte is around me

“HARD”

Noise jumps from her mouth

She screams the only word she knows

Her fists pounding on her

Trying to get through

To herself

She is away trying to get to herself

We try to get to her

Where is she?

Why is it whenever we find her,

She disappears again?

There is, my sister’s autism

Destroying me everyday

 

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