A Poem About My Autisim
When branches are bare and leaves gone there is no hiding place, when autism has manifested in you. Inside you, it is open season, the difference profound. The teacher once said to the student there is nothing behind his eyes. Stunned the young man builds his mind some bricks then fall down, he builds defence, it falls and fails and stormy years evolve, but like a ship on a stormy sea, I crash through waves, I shall not sink.
Multiple personalities and accents, I meet many failures, Upwards I go. Crumbs of comfort I gain, great insight and powers evolve within. So even if you are struggling like I am, be the athelete, be the racing car, never give in, you will find your key and confidence to open that door of difference and to become the champion of your world within and then the world before you.
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Author: Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning..
What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this
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Thank you Mason, for writing so eloquently and honestly about your experience as an individual with autism. Indeed, teachers, and others, must realise that the people in their care are seeds or saplings who will grow up to bear the fruit of their experience.