Some days I have wind
instead of bones
and I am knocked from wall-to-wall
from the inside.
Some days I have frost instead of skin
and the slightest touch sends cracks
trailing like kite tails
up the ice.
Some years, my spirit nests
behind a bone door behind my heart,
draped in so many oceans of shadow,
for a long time, I did not know it existed.
When it limped out,
I realized that report cards do not sum up years
anymore than marriage papers sum up couples.
Still, I cannot forget
that my heart is a giant feelings chart
forever being poked like a button that won’t work,
if you’re happy, smile.
Scared? You’re angry, not scared. Why would you
be scared of me?
Thispoem was written for we wordle number six.
Autistic Abby Writes 
This poem is wonderful, insightful, informative and very tender. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing this one with We Wordle.
I understand how you feel when you say somedays you have frost instead of skin.
The whole poem is great…I love these lines the best: “Some years, my spirit nests/behind a bone door behind my heart,/draped in so many oceans of shadow”.
Once again, some amazing writing.
-Nicole