Lost
I lost that opportunity to learn through gentle play.
As a child, I never knew the urgency to turn out a certain way.
The doctors would glance at the clock.
And claim that there was no treatment in stock.
All I knew was that I was being unheard.
While all the others whispered about me in herds.
My parents believed there was nothing left in me to revive.
That all those years ago, I never learned to strive.
What they don’t know is that my focus exists, but is jumbled.
And that I wanted to be included, but always stumbled.
After all these years, I am finally accepting of the toll.
Of learning that even with all the advances, it is too late for my soul.
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