Gravity by Alysia Butler
I am stuck
Buried under the weight
Of unwashed laundry, unpaid bills, and
Unmet obligations.
I can’t breathe
Smothered by the pain
Crushed by the special needs mother that I have become
Versus the mother I thought I would be.
I can’t move
Held down by incompetence
Trying to do everything for everyone
Accomplishing nothing.
And then…
I see my boys
Giggling, tumbling, playing
Like siblings should.
I am weightless
Lifted by their laughter
Buoyed by their love
Ready to take on another day.
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After reading Autism disrupted: A Mother’s Journey of Hope, something inside me stirred.
I knew I had to write a poem.
I sent Jennie Linthorst an e-mail. “I was wondering if I should try a stab at a poem about my experience and you could guide me through it? I was trying to think of something creative that not only showed how your work spoke to me, but also how your therapy sessions work. What do you think? Thank you again for the gift of your words. It’s meant so much.”
She sent me a lesson from her poetry therapy workshop: Capture Your Journey With A Special Child. She asked me to read her poem “My Mantra”, and to look through the materials on Perseverance: Your Tools of Inner Strength.
We chatted back and forth through e-mail and on the phone. And the words just spilled out of me.
I need to thank Jennie for her session with me. Her poems hit me at just the right time. I brought “My Mantra” with me to my youngest son’s doctor’s appointment the following Monday, when we received his PDD-NOS diagnosis. Her poem helped me get through that day for so many reasons. She writes about hearing her late mother’s voice in her head, reminding her that “you can do this.” I lost my dad 13 years ago to cancer after I watched him fight that awful disease for a year before that. I often hear his voice in my head, all these years later, with subtle parenting advice. Or a memory pops up, and it gets me through the day.
Just like this poem.
“Everyone is a writer,” says Jennie.
Today, she made me a poet.
Enter to win Jennie’s book at Autism disrupted: A Mother’s Journey of Hope Review/Giveaway. For more information on Jennie’s poetry therapy sessions, visit her site at LifeSPEAKS Poetry Therapy.
(editor’s note: LIFESpeaks Poetry Therapy is a sponsor of the SPD Blogger Network. I was not paid to do this post. In talking with Jennie about the review for her book, we worked together on this poem to show how the power of writing one’s story can help with the healing process. We used the materials from one of her therapy sessions for this work. )






Comments
Patty
Oh, Alysia, that’s just beautiful! Thank you for sharing. This really brightened my day. It’s so good to be reminded of the blessings amid the trials.
Sheryl
Today is day for me when im trying to accept being a special needs mom. Trying to refocus on the things I thought we would be doing to the what we can handle today. Feeling buried under the weight of undone chores and cleaning up another meal he would not eat. And knowing when I hear him laugh I can breath again. Thank you for the poem. I needed it today.
dawn
alysia, this is beautiful! you’ve captured it all… thank you for sharing this today with perfect timing.
Mom2LittleMiss
Beautiful. There’s nothing else to add to it. Absolutely beautiful.
Lisa Quinones-Fontanez
Beautiful! I have these days myself
cheairs redefining typical
Oh, the poem is beautiful. Just beautiful!
You captured how I feel on so many days! I mean exactly how I feel. So I thank you for your gift of this beautiful poem!
Lis
From our conversation at the diner to this. Beautiful. Another dimension to your gift.
Spectrummy Mummy
That was just beautiful. But you are such a talented writer, I knew poetry would come naturally to you too. Glad that you have found another tool to help you get through tough times, and help others too. It really is a gift.
krismac
Alysia, that was absolutely beautiful – and I make it a point to never read poetry b/c it scares me
I can’t move
Held down by incompetence
Trying to do everything for everyone
Accomplishing nothing.
That is me so much of the time, and then, like you, I see them and realize I can do it. Thank you for the umpteenth time (I can’t even count them anymore!) for speaking for me and making me feel like I’m not alone.
And BRAVO, for actually writing a poem, and a fantastic one at that!!
Aimee Velazquez
What powerful prose! I love that you’ve begun to dabble in the art of poetry (and so successfully I might add!). It is truly freeing to leave the constraints of grammar behind and hammer out your own course, your own rules, your own pace. Like our lives as special needs parents, poetry is unexpected, but oh so beautiful, meandering in and out of expected, rule-governed prose and a “who knows where this is going?” jumble of phrases and metaphor. Congrats! (Though honestly I am not surprised in the slightest because you have such a gift with words).
Shivon
*tears* So beautiful and so close to home. Thank you for sharing it.