KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
The silent child
He sits in the middle
And doesn’t say a word
A shrug – his answer to every question.
He sits in the middle
And hides from the world
Slumped shoulders – not wishing to be seen.
He sits in the middle
No life signs from this one
Just let him go – no one wishes to to know.
He is the silent child
Flying so far under the radar
Do not see him – his eyes beg today.
Interventions
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