Starlight Knows My Name

Starlight Knows My Name

When the night creeps up and darkness falls,
And silence echoes through the hollow halls,
The moon and stars begin their steady climb,
Soft lanterns glowing past the edge of time.

They shimmer high to light the sky so wide,
And gently beckon, "Come, we'll be your guide."
For every shadow born of fear or doubt,
They cast a glow to help the lost find out.

As depression whispers lies that claw and cling,
And anxiety wraps tight like binding string,
The stars refuse to yield or lose their spark—
They shine because the world feels cold and dark.

I walk this road, autistic, brave, and true,
And though I feel things deeper than most do,
I’ve learned that feeling isn’t something wrong—
It’s how I sense the world and make it strong.

So when the world is heavy, dim, and grey,
I look above—those stars still light the way.
They tell me gently, “You are not askew.
You were made with fire. You know what to do.”

—by Caleb🌙✨

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Note for neurotypical readers:
This poem isn’t just pretty words—it’s a glimpse into what it feels like to live inside an autistic mind navigating depression and anxiety. If you’ve never had to fight to exist in a world not built for your brain, let this be a chance to listen without fixing, judge less, and hold space more. The stars shine for all of us—but for some of us, they’re also the only light we have to follow.