Stories From the Heart: The Voice Within

I am the voice within
The child who recoils
From your horrific world
Filled with confusion and pain
I whisper “Stay out”

Lest you disturb my holy contemplation
With your sharp intrusions of chaos and dissonance
Weapons of your world of illusion and strife

I seek only the security of this beating heart
The pulsing of warm blood through these supple veins
The interior light which glows with each breath

The memory of my unanimated past
Where suspended and nurtured, I knew love
I have neither the desire nor ambition to be wrenched forth

Into the cold winter of pain and indifference
I cleave to my idea of self
Safe and secure, in the here and now

Lest you cast me into your woeful existence, of hunger, pain and sorrow
Teaching me envy, jealousy and greed, the grim realities of survival
I yearn to remain in this warmth without want
Where the serenity of pastel colors and soft sounds gently caress the pillows of my mind

Yet the wolves circle, his vulnerability painfully apparent
If he remains unguarded
The evil of the world will devour his pure heart
Lest someone of goodness can nurture him

I can only bring him thus far
I need to know I can trust you
To take us both in your arms with love
To be our buffer and support

To listen to us when we speak
To comfort us when we hurt
To clothe us with the armor of love
For this I pray and offer thanks

That my precious cargo be safe and nurtured
Into your hands I commend my liege
For among the wicked are the good

Those who remember my voice
Those who know the way back
And the perilous journey ahead

For you alone have not forgotten
The pure state of innocence and have
Dedicated yourself to returning to the truth

By Patrick Colucci

* Stories From the Heart is an ongoing series of user contributed heart warming stories, that shine light on the Autism and special needs experience.

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