This poem was written in my creative writing class by a young girl with Asperger’s. She’s in the 6th grade, and wishes to remain anonymous.
She looks away when I talk, never says a word, and walks out of the room at random intervals without warning. I often wonder what’s going on inside her.
That’s why I love reading her writing every week. A window opens up, allowing the world to watch her wonderful mind at work. See for yourself.
I sigh as I slash through the waist-deep water on the boat
I don’t mind getting wet
but the water is cold
Why I thought it would be fun to go sailing in Alaska
I don’t know
That’s the way people end to be
looking for worthless, troublesome things
Many, like me, have found themselves stranded as a result
I try for a signal on my radio
but there isn’t any
The water stretches as far as
I can see
My outfit is soaked
I’m trembling in the cold
That’s when I notice something
A long ray of green light
It’s source must literally be sky-high
I have the distinct feeling that
something dreadful is probing me, searching for me
I adjust the sail, but there’s no wind and the motor was ruined a while ago