Light Through the Curtain

Preface

This is the first short poem within a series I am planning to write. They all focus on a different sense and how they effect me as someone with ASD. I will likely write a few on each sense but this is the first one. It focuses on Light . . .

Light Through The Curtains

Bright lights dance across the ceiling

The curtain is only open a smidge,

but the sunlight zaps onto my eye.

Making me squint and tuck my face back into the pillows,

which are scattered across my bed;

a clear indication of the war zone that is my sleep.

My eyes loathe it…

Sunlight, bright light…

Anything above a dull glow …

The feeling of the warm sun

on my pale skin fills me with delight,

but sunglasses are a must.

Lest I begin to rock,

or hum…

Or just leave