Little Sunshine

My dear,

It's going to be alright.

You won't stop crying,

And no,

It doesn't get "better."

Your chest won't stop hurting

Every time you bawl,

But that feeling,

That guttural, hopeless,

Heart-rending despair

Gets slowly,

But surely,

Easier to bear.

Your shoulders will always

Quake with the weight

Of your mentality,

But you'll soon learn

To weaponize it.

You'll learn how powerful it is

To feel.

Sweet girl,

You are not crazy,

Nor are you so horribly different that

No one

Will understand you.

I've learned

In a crash course of hot tears,

Blind rage,

Internet articles,

TikTok videos,

And a very specific test,

That I,

That you,

Are more special than anyone I've met.

Little Sunshine,

Your correlative thinking is the same

As Sir Isaac Newton's,

Temple Grandin's,

Emily Dickinson's.

You have autism, and ADHD.

But do not fret, it's not

The Death Sentence

Those neurotypicals make it out to be.

You're brilliant,

A star in her own right,

A soul so beautiful it matches the power

Of Venus.

Clever girl,

You are not hard to love.

You love with the might

Of one thousand moons,

With the grace of Aphrodite,

With the will of Athena,

With the wrath of Artemis

And Hera.

You're a thundering,

Unmatched force of

Affection and compassion.

Anyone would be a

Fool

Not to love you.

Including yourself.

You are not hard to love.

You are not crazy,

Or too different to be understood.

It's going to be okay.