The child who is given such little regard

That keeps to them self

Tries real hard

That researches life through every exchange

Cries to themselves

Endures through disdain

The child who is taken less seriously

Gives of themselves

So creatively

The child who is never given, a second glance

Second helping

Or even a chance

The child who survives by flying under everyone’s sight

Who has make belief friends

Cries through the night

A child who grows weary of feeling the pain

Loves any little creature

To keep from going insane.

This child should grow into a crotchety old coot

It’s not that far fetched

The point isn’t moot

But somewhere, somehow love intervened

Kept this child safe

From a negative refrain

This child is adopted by nothing but grace

Though pain and its cousins

Show on its weary face

This child grows to adulthood

Ahead of the curve

To the chagrin of the haters who think it has nerve

Who does this child think that they are?

To remain so intact

Smiling through every scar

This child knew that the suffering that their small body could take

Was best felt in them

Than to watch someone else ache

The child took the suffering and passed it right through

It was as if it was a mission

That they needed to do

This child is a survivor and so is anyone that can see

That the plight of all others live in you

And in me.

So take this child’s example to pass through the pain

See it as a wisp of smoke leaving

And never a stain.

It doesn’t matter, if your life looks like a success

Just continue to continue

And know you are blessed

For every challenge that you meet that doesn’t sweep you a way

Just take a deep breath

And call it a good day


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