The little boy stood

At the edge of despair.

He knew he had trouble

And he was scared.

For most of his life,

He’d been unseen,

By others around him

Who treated him mean.

The more they treated

Him without respect,

The more he felt

Their abuse and neglect.

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He became mute,

Unable to talk,

He made a world,

Only he could unlock.

His world was lonely

And it was cold.

Over time years passed.

He was twelve years old.

As time went on,

His silence grew,

And he inwardly turned.

It didn’t matter to you.

No one understood,

By the time he was four,

He was taking care of self,

And he was poor.

His wounds were deep,

And  he had little hope.

His spirit was crushed,

And he could not cope.

He had reached a point

Where he could not cry.

He had to make a choice:

“Do I live or die?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A man came along,

And gave a hand to him.

The boy had to act

Before the light grew dim.

He said four words,

“Mister, please help me.”

The boy told himself,

“I want to be free.”

So he reached up to meet,

The man leaning down,

And he broke his own rules

By uttering a sound.

When he  asked for help

From a man that day,

He changed his life

In  a positive way.

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