By Nat Hardwick
Loneliness is a feeling I have never felt,
Even when sitting alone I have never felt alone,
For as long as I can remember I felt them,
For most of my life I didn’t even know them,
For a while they appeared before me.
They looked like me albeit older,
They sounded like me,
One adorned with rainbow butterflies,
With a blaze aflame in his eyes so strong it could rival the sun,
While the other was adorned with a single golden infinity symbol,
His eyes were as enigmatic and indifferent as the moon.
As I grew, they disappeared yet I always felt them close to me,
Though as time went on and as ableism worsened,
I began to reject their warmth.
But they would never faulter,
As an ever-present blaze in my heart.
People come and go,
But even when I rejected them,
Their comforting presence never dwindled.
Neurotypicals will never understand this semblance,
That I and many of my fellow infinites,
The warmth and comfort,
That comes from our,
Connection.
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