A poem by James

James, a boy trapped inside,

Autism barring the door to freedom.

A trickle of light streams through the lock,

Blinding against the darkness.

One year.

Eyes adjust, and crave more rays of hope.

The lock becomes brittle, but still fastened.

Then the brightest illumination strikes the still dull eyes.

One year.

Eyes adjust to the increasing demands.

Still trapped, but the door ajar.

Objects outside this prison come into focus.

One year.

The chains disintegrate under the force of the sun.

The door springs open,

The lock shatters as it meets the ground.

Autism pales against the light of heaven.