Ember of Light
Ember of Light
When my mind is caged and the fear is free,
The world feels distant, out of reach from me.
Thoughts race wild with nowhere to go—
A storm inside I try not to show.
But music’s embrace touches something deep,
A rhythm that wakes what silence tried to keep.
It stirs an ember, flickering and small,
But even that spark can shatter the wall.
It grows, it glows, it sings my name,
A fire of truth I cannot tame.
Autistic, anxious, and touched by depression—
These are mine to carry, not a confession.
They're threads I weave in my own way,
Not broken, just wired a different way.
I balance the chaos, I walk through the storm—
And in that ember, I am reborn.
—by Caleb🌙🔥
To neurotypical readers:
This poem is a window, not a mirror. Please read it not to compare, but to understand.
Being autistic with anxiety and depression is not a flaw to fix—
it's a life I live, a balance I carry, and a voice worth hearing.
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