The Duck Pond Splash Down

What gives you direction in life?

As a person who recognises themselves to be neurally diverse, I have no direction at all.

I tried to tame this beast within me, that has no direction, but failed.

Miserably.

I have a brain that does not fit the mould.

But different is better, if you ask me.

My only direction is through what we call time.

Even then, it is gravity which pulls me.

Yet in all of this, I see it is not my plan to guide

The future is already decided, no direction, won’t get me there

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Neurally diverse, I have no direction at all,
Untamed this beast resides, while all efforts fall,
I don’t fit the mould assigned to me,
Nor any come to that,
Without concern I stride, into the abyss of time
No direction, won’t give me the path, so deeply prime
Gravity has gouged my way,
All hail! Direction had it’s day

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The Compass Spins

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In a world where the compass spins, delightfully diverse,
I stand, a soul unique, the universe's verse.
Neurally divergent, a brain unconfined,
No mould could hold the wonder designed.

I grappled with the beast, a feral inner fire,
Directionless it roamed, fueled by quiet ire.
Yet in this tangle, amidst the wild fray,
Different proved a beacon, a brighter way.

My path is not charted by lines, but time's flow,
Where even gravity bends, and wayward winds blow.
No stern hand to guide, nor rigid frame,
Just time's gentle pull, a subtle claim.

For though the future's penned without my plea,
This lack of direction sets a curious heart free.
Amidst certainty’s chains, I find my might,
Crafting destiny's dance in the absence of light.

Thus, here I soar, on wings paradoxically made,
Where failure’s dark depths cast the sharpest blade.
But different is my strength, not my demise,
A metaphor for life, in the unseen it lies.

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