Different

if you do not match

the other children

if you are made different

if your ideas leap out

in a way that others cannot 

fathom

it is a lonely road 

to travel by yourself

and the signposts are

hard to read

when there is no one else

to help you understand them

sometimes you find yourself

in someone else

sometimes their eyes

light up 

with understanding

this is a better gift

because it is like a singular jewel

a tablet carved from emerald

held by a corpse

on a golden throne

it is like a miracle 

to say your language 

and mine are the same 

we have common threads

we are weaving the 

same cloth