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Friends don't come easy for him
His fragile heart has been wounded
One too many times by arrows
Made only of words
But oh how they pierce his sensitive soul
Trust has become a luxury
That he cannot afford
For the shield that protects him
Has been so heavily damaged
By the unprovoked attacks
Of unexpected enemies
He retreats into himself
Withdrawing from the harshness
Of an unaccepting world
He bides his time in quiet
Licking his wounds
Letting them heal
Until his soul recovers
And is whole once again
Until he has repaired his shield
Can once more rely on its strength
He has committed no crime
Nor bullied, insulted or hurt
He was simply born different
Just a speck of something amiss
That sets him apart
He does not curse the God
Who made him this way
Instead he waits upon His guidance
For he knows he has purpose here
His faith tells him, and he will tell you
'God doesn't make mistakes
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What a brilliant piece of work. My son is autistic and as a parent watching how the outside world has treated him for almost 14 years, you really hit me hard with this.
Beautiful, you have an amazing understanding of human nature that goes quite deep. I am very glad you read my poem so that I could come and read yours.
Talk about courage and faith. The first line alone hit a nerve for me. Thats the world today I think. We learn, become stronger and move on. Thanks for sharing.
