A Child So Unique

In the realm of classrooms, lined with rigid rows,
A child, so unique, her brilliance seldom shows,
With a mind that dances to its own sweet song,
She faces a world where she doesn't quite belong.

Neurodiverse, a term that many may not grasp,
In a world that demands conformity, she finds her clasp,
Her thoughts, like a river, flow wild and free,
But the world tries to dam them, to standardize and decree.

In the labyrinth of learning, she struggles to fit,
In a place where square pegs must roundly submit,
Her brilliance obscured, misunderstood by most,
As she wrestles with challenges, like a tempestuous coast.

Her parents, they ache, for they see her true light,
The spark in her eyes, her potential to take flight,
But society's whispers, their judgments so harsh,
Seem to drown out her spirit, extinguish her star.

Yet hope is a beacon, forever aglow,
A light in the darkness, where dreams tend to grow,
They searched for a haven, a sanctuary's grace,
Where their child could flourish, in her unique, wondrous space.

And then, like a miracle, a school named Havern,
With open arms waiting, their hearts to govern,
A place where acceptance and understanding reside,
A harbor for children on this unique, thrilling ride.

Here, teachers like beacons, they guide her true way,
Nurturing her talents, day by day,
In the garden of Havern, she starts to bloom,
Embracing her quirks, dispelling the gloom.

In this haven, her spirit takes flight,
Her confidence soars, like a bird in its height,
For she's understood here, she's cherished and seen,
In this place of compassion, where hearts intervene.

The family finds peace in the halls of Havern,
In the warmth of acceptance, their hearts start to soften,
Their child, once struggling, now shines like a star,
In a world that's diverse, where all children are.

In the tapestry of life, where colors abound,
The threads of neurodiversity are beautifully wound,
For it's in understanding and love we find grace,
And together, as one, we find our rightful place.