It’s the explanation for all my quirks, from my vacant gaze
during conversations to my comfort-first wardrobe.
It’s my Hogwarts Express ticket: once I jumped through the barrier
I finally allowed myself to be me, no longer forcing myself to hide.
I released all the movements I held back for fear of being weird: flapping, rocking,
spinning around and holding my arms wide to catch the breeze on my skin.
It’s true, I can’t vanish glass, stun anyone or cast a bat-bogey hex.
But I can talk for hours about writing, old books and Sailor Moon.
Some days I can be silent, absorbed deep in my work
or lacking the energy to even move my mouth
and it always bothered me why no-one else seemed to do this.
Now I’ve realised there are others out there like me, who prefer
teaspoons to big spoons, see patterns everywhere
and wear sunglasses in supermarkets.
Harry got a visit from Hagrid.
I spoke to a psychologist.
The news they gave changed our lives forever.
Treeshallow Musings 