Golden Eyes

A quick insight on Sensory Processing Disorder

Angel of God, His Guardian dear,

See

the way the blinding beams of light stab sharply into a pair of golden eyes. 

See

The way his tears fall, in a vulnerable pattern down trembling cheeks.

The blazing red ball of fire ignites his retinas and leaves him disoriented and alone. 

See

how to them, it’s only a sunrise.

 

Angel of God, Her Guardian dear,

Feel

the pain of the mother�"for she does not understand;

the confusion and isolation of a young boy born into a world of different needs.

Feel

the snow as hot as pink stone in mid-summer Sedona

the rain pelting tender skin like golf balls on the green

Feel

the prickly thorns that disguise themselves as shark’s teeth biting at the helpless child’s ankles.

Feel

how to them , its only sand. 

 

Angel of God, Their Guardian dear,

Hear

the way they laugh at him; like his tremors and seizures are juggling clowns at the fair.

Hear

“Spaz” “Klutz” “F**k off”

The aching sirens and curdling yells creeping their way inside of his magical mind.  He cringes at the slamming doors and frantically cries every time the bell rings.

Hear

how to them, its only recess. 

 

Angel of God my Guardian Dear,

Help

the worthless teacher that is incapable of teaching him his times tables and making him any friends.

Help

the exhausted young woman have enough strength to hold the boy’s head up every time he falls to the ground and chokes on his own wet tongue. 

Help

me understand the burdening SPD that this pair of golden eyes must wake up to every morning.

Help

because to me, it’s only an IEP. 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem left the reader with a lot to think about. I liked the way you used the repetition.
"the pain of the mother"for she does not understand;
the confusion and isolation of a young boy born into a world of different needs."
I believe every child is different. Love and concern is what we can share and hold true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[PhoenixDown]

I love how you do that - change the perspective - and the one being questioned. I got a sense of it in "What do You See?" but it just clicked for me now as I was reading this.