Neurodivergent and proud (Marcella Boccia)
I do not walk the world in straight lines,nor think in measured whispers.My mind is a constellationwhere stars refuse to stand still,a river that does not askfor permission to flood.They call me disorder,but I am symphony—a chaos of violins in a burning sky,a song too vast for the limits of silence.They call me fractured,but I am mosaic—shattered light woven into meaning,a prism of feeling too wild to contain.I have danced at the edge of oblivion,loved with a fire that devours the night,felt joy like a thunderstormand sorrow like an oceanthat will not let me sleep.Yes, I am different.Yes, I am more.More storm, more softness,more hunger for a worldthat will not shrink to fitthe smallness of their understanding.I refuse to be less.I refuse to be tamed.I wear my wiring like a crown of fire,my mind an uncharted sea,my heart an anthemthat will not be silenced.I am neurodivergent and proud—a wildfire in a world of embers,a voice that will not fade,a universe expandinginside the pulse of my veins.
