Through my autistic eyes
By Christina MacNeal
Through my eyes I see every vivid detail,
Like bursting rays of light that reflect against all that is beautiful,
Captivating my senses and causing blindness to everything else around me.
Through my eyes I see vibrant colors,
Colors that explode and shimmer like fireworks,
Dancing against a night sky in a display which cannot be ignored.
Through my eyes I see textures and patterns,
As though nothing is without meaning.
I understand their intricacy and I can feel the purpose behind them.
Through my eyes I see the heartbeat of every living thing.
The pulse and intensity resonates through me,
Like some kind of ethereal Sonar communication that is unique to me.
Through my eyes I feel how it is all connections,
Flowing through the same veins and pumping through one heart.
I see what goes unnoticed by others,
Through my autistic eyes.