I
became autistic
half by birth
and half by surviving death's door
I
have lived over fifty years
battling these traits
I
have improved greatly
navigating the world's ways
and my own path
so now
I write poetry
and share messages of love
But
I learned yesterday
That my thoughts, words, and actions
Have caused pain and anger
To those who love me
I realized this yesterday
It's not too late, even now
I must not torment others
Let the world turn as it should
I'll just write poetry diligently
Let that be my life
Let us not torment with clumsy love
Rather
the lamp of the future
the oil of lamp of the present
the lamp of the present—
solitude is better
Solitude shared with the suffering of
children and the elderly
is better still

Today is Saturday
I must make up my mind and go to Williams' birthplace.