I am Emma

Sharing this personal story of insight into the life of an amazing person.

Emma's Hope Book

“What is your name?” someone might ask.  It’s a simple question, but when I try to make the sounds that form my name, other words push and shove their way forward.  Instead, “you may not spit,” or “Rosie’s not here!” are examples of seemingly random nonsensical, declarations that come out of my mouth.  I call these utterances my “mouth words.”  They could be seen as traitors, belligerent bullies who seek the spotlight, but they are not.  My mouth words are funny to me, but misunderstood by others. My typed words are hard for me, but understood by many.  Mouth words are witty accomplices to a mind that speaks a different language entirely.  There are no words, but instead a beautiful environment where feelings, sensations, colors and sounds coexist.  I often think if all humans could experience the world in hi-res, technicolor, surround sound as I do, everyone would be happier.  I…

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“Don’t think, Don’t worry, Everything’s just fine”…

I couldn’t leave this alone, haunting me even as I read it. So I am embracing these words rather than running from them.

Eye Will Not Cry

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He doesn’t know what…
What you want him to say…

Doesn’t even know…
How he is feeling today…

He doesn’t even know…
What or how to feel…

Yet you ask him to talk…
Ask him to reveal…

You ask him what…
What it is he is thinking…

But his mind is numb…
And his heart is sinking…

All of his life…
He’s kept his emotions at bay…

Don’t you see how easy it is…
Just to lock them away…

If he let them loose…
He would be terrified…

So he keeps them near…
It’s how he’s survived…

It doesn’t mean…
That he’s not keeping you close…

You are the person…
He is needing the most…

Sometimes he needs to be alone…
Open your eyes and see…

Somedays it’s not you…
It’s simply all he can be…

And he has to get through this…
But be true to himself…

So…

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Senses. (update)

The missing sense of smell has been added to the original poem. For those early readers (you know who you are!), thankyou, and enjoy this update.

42 Days Younger than Kylie

I smell them all
Market scents and sounds
surround me
Ripe fruits
Spiced mushrooms
Heady aroma
Your perfume
And I feel

I hear them all
My taste in music
The sounds
The edits
Every note
Complexity and simplicity
Voice and instrument
And I feel

I taste them all
Ingredients I see
Crunchy raw nuts
Seasonal vegetables
Sweet wine
Savouring the meal
Your lips
And I feel

I see it all
How they touch
What she is thinking
The ignored child
The look
Colours
Those curves
And I feel

I touch it all
Silken hair
Scarf
Knitted fabric textures
Smooth tight cotton
Warm skin
It all touches me
And I feel

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[Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt has taken priority over another poem I wrote earlier. The prompt was to use the senses in a description of something. I have taken this further in my own way (yes, I’m a rule-breaker) with an…

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