When the world
In which you
Live turns cold
You turn inwards
When kindness caring
And compassion hardens
You remain soft
And warm and
Woolly I know
I lived there
In a place
Of concrete steel
And plastic concern
Was by edict
But now once
Again living in
A world of
Love and affection
I still do
Shudder at touch
My heart remained
Free and only
My mind and
Body were caged
Give me time
Please to shake
Out my wings
I will fly
Yet once again
And through my window
On a cold Rocky
Mountain morning I witness
The sky’s chagrin bright
Pink clouds blush from
Compliments a backdrop for
Naked trees standing shivering
Oh and now the
Previously shy sky erupts
With white and blue
During this my first
Dawn in the Rockies
I’m so
Very tired
Of convincing
People to
Understand this
What you
Choose to
Do to
Others only
Impacts you
Not them
I repeat
You mirror
Others be
You to
Be the
And so
The story
Goes infinite
Oh how I wish
I were normal whatever
That means normal in
Thought or destiny but
I’m not never have
Been I see things
So many many things differently
I guess it’s my
Plight my Achilles heel
But know this and
Take notice
How I see the
World and its magnificence
Is not new it
Is sadly forgotten until
I will indeed
Give you little
Just a few
Words like crayons
Upon which you
Can then draw
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 