Autistic Penman

In this sanctuary of words  
Was allowed to let loose  
Bleed my darkness on the page  
Without cynical judgement  
 
I thought myself just a scribbler  
A poetic imitator  
My words are raw at heart  
No Wordsworth No Byron here
Just an autistic penman  
 
But in this domain  
My inner demons  
Have been given light  
My struggles have been shown
To be mere drops in an ocean of struggles  
 
I have come to appreciate more
The little gift I have  
In expressing my self awareness
The deep has been my church  
That let me say my prayers out loud