The Language I Haven’t Mastered
I’ve learned many languages in my life, but the hardest one to speak has been connection.This poem is for anyone still trying to find their way to fluency in belonging.
The Language I Haven’t Mastered
By Jo Diaz
There are languages made of words,
and others made of nearness.
I’ve learned to translate books,
but not people
not the soft grammar of belonging,
not the pauses that mean I see you.
I practice kindness like a foreign tongue,
phrases under my breath,
intonations rehearsed in the mirror
until they almost sound like me.
I carry a library of gestures in my chest:
how long to hold an eye,
how wide to shape a smile,
how to time a nod so it lands softly,
not too soon, not too late
a choreography invisible to everyone
but the trembling pulse behind my ribs.
Each moment out there
is a tightrope between reaching and retreat,
between the comfort of silence
and the ache of wanting to be seen.
I offer a smile into the static of the world
a small, bright signal
that might or might not find a receiver.
Sometimes it vanishes midair,
and I tell myself that’s okay.
That I am still real
even when no one reflects me back.
So I breathe,
rewrite the line,
and float forward again
a quiet satellite in a noisy sky,
learning that orbiting kindly
is its own form of fluency.
And maybe, somewhere beyond the glare,
there are others who drift like me
who speak in pauses and soft misfires,
who send their light in uncertain directions
but still hope
to find each other in the dark,
and make the spinning
a little less lonely.
#Autism #ADHD , #Loneliness #Connection #MentalHealthAwareness #Poetry “If you orbit like me, I hope this finds you."
