A Place Called Home

AUTISM AND HOMELESSNESS A Place Called Home Alone Again, Autistically . . . A gaze of farness settles into my eyes Thoughts float nameless, I cannot revise Scripted patterns of sense amplified Shadowed as strangers, I cannot describe A trace of sadness welded into cast iron The lost and the aimless, tossed into the fire Shifted standards, they no longer apply Insignificance of danger, my only reprise A phase of changes sets off the surprise Faults, most blameless, I still pay the price Transitions alter my chance to survive Routineless rearranger, I try to see why A place of hope, I pray, soon to hang high Portraits still frameless, in drawers in my mind Positioned on altars that cannot be pried A Place Called Home, is all I desire             ________________ By Keira Fulton-Lees AUTISM AND HOMELESSNESS A Place Called Home – Alone Again, Autistically . . . Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated,