Your Dying Gift

Moni Vazquez
2 min readNov 25, 2020
Photo by sanjoy saha on Unsplash

One day I when I was sleeping
you came to me
to hold me tight,
you told me all the things
you never said,
you never could;
trapped in the skin
of humanhood.

You brought me where
I would have been
had we been free
to Be.
You showed me worlds
that could be…

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Moni Vazquez

Autistic writer, lover, and explorer of life who's exceeded her pronosticated time in life