Inside

 

The war inside

Only the feet  set out for the journey

Right and left together

Went in directions their own

Always thinking was  the head

Kept working  were the hands

The mouth is tired  talking

Eyes chose to remain shut

Very loud ; the ears stressed

Nose forgot to   sniff out the problem

The broken heart pounded

As the lungs heaved   every  breath

Real war of feelings inside

The soul left all alone.

 

 

Growing up

Road to the mountains only go up
Climb them
Tedious curves
Every breath finds it tough
With rising heights
Decision to reach the summit
As I grow up.

Author: Sherinmary zacharia

Sherin Mary Zacharia the born thoughts crafter It is divine to be autistic.to all the kind people on earth

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