Kristen wrote:
I do not know if you have room, for this poem or not. Again, it was written by Jaycen when he was 12 for a school project. Could you imagine a more perfect insight into the mind of a pre adolescent Aspie? And can you see why this young man inspires ME?My response is a resounding - of course there is room - this is what AAM is all about, in my opinion, so here is Jaycen's poem:
I AM
I am an odd child whom takes interest in many things
I wonder where time originated
I hear the wind billowing through the overgrown plains of the Savannah
I see the light shining through a dark, dank forest
I want to understand the concept of life
I am an odd child whom takes interest in many things
I pretend that things always turn out right
I feel the light of inspiration overcome the abyss that is thoughtlessness
I touch ideas that have remained untouched for a long time
I worry that when death washes over us, we simply fade into oblivion
I cry, when someone dear to me passes away
I am an odd child whom takes interest in many things
I understand that true peace may never be achieved
I say that time cannot exist without space and that the same holds true for space
I dream of variation of things I’ve experienced
I try my hardest to never fail
I hope that I can do something with my life
I am an odd child whom takes interest in many things
~Jaycen B
