Autism tis A-U-M, Poetry by Joan Carol Fullmore

GENRES: HOPE INSPIRATIONAL AUTISM

Autism tis A-U-M
by Joan Carol Fullmore

Have you ever thought of our senses?
Four of five we have no control
Our eyes see the beauty and ugly unless
We are blind or they are closed.

Our ears often hear more than they want to
Wont for music we would often escape
We shutdown to critics and static
Compliments we wish could replay.

Our nose is open to attack frontal
We’ve no defense over this fate
But this one I won’t whine about
Without can’t taste much on my plate.

Our touch covers all of our body
It’s amazing how far it can spread
This is the one we are mostly best off
With our skin than yours instead.

Now we are left with our lips
Of these we get only one set
With this one we have total In & Out control
Unless fire should…