You lie there, a tiny bundle.
Asleep, you are like any other child,
Quiet, unmoving, angelic.
I should take a photo of you now,
To prove that you also have peaceful moments.
They would not believe it, having seen you today
Jumping, screaming in temper, frustrated.
No one knows you as I do, not even the experts.
To them you are a statistic, a file.
To me you are a child, trapped inside a shell.
If I could find the door to your house
I would not hestitate to enter, and maybe
one day, you would venture out.
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Autism.......and other poems
PoetryThese are some poems I have written over the years.
