The boy made out of clay
Was not a koala bear
Not a figurine
Nor was he a balloon boy
He was made out of hot earth
And sculpted as if he were a marshmallow
An arm here and an arm down to the side
He was stiff in his swing
He was to be molded
And scolded
To all, he was a test
Imagination, durability, and longing
There was to be no boy out of clay without those
Categories: art, Culture, identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Likely Not Intentional Now
At All Yet Such a Lovely
Poem Describing The
Difficulties as Tony
Atwood Describes
in Spotting ‘The Aspie’
Person, Particularly Male
With Asperger’s Syndrome
Now With Arms Hanging Barely
Moving Stiff At Side And Nose
Pointed At The Ground to
Guide Them
Forward
By Focusing
Intent to Walk
Not So Naturally
As Others May More
Naturally Glide By Now
More Gracefully and Not
So Hesitant Looking With
Anxieties And Fears For Even
Being Comfortable in One’s Own Skin…
Such A High Mountain to Climb in Life
Yes Now At Even A Most Basic Human
Ability to Become Comfortable in One’s own SKiN…
True No Closer Kin Than Comfortable at Ease in One’s own SKiN…
Hehe, my Grand
Adventure of
Life A Public Dance
To Become Finally
Comfortable in my
Own Skin Now
After 15,477 Miles
i Finally Move Like
A Graceful Lion At Ease
Conserving Every Calorie
Naturally Evolved to Survive
In Days Of Scarcity of Environment True…
Lord Knows it took About 3 Years in ’17 to Look
Anywhere Close to Fully Graceful Now
i Just Have it Altogether Left and
Right Brain in Balance
With Mind
And Body
Whole Balancing
Set Freer With Anima
And Animus of Foundation
B A L A N C iN G NoW
iN Divine Feminine Grace
Of Love Peacefully Inhaling
Exhaling Love More Making No Fear
Reality in Strength of Will More Than Ever Before…
True i am No Broken Clay Doll of Nature Now Anymore…:)
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