POTENTIAL UNKNOWN

Some poetic dimensions,
I just will never get.
Even though I try to train,
My heart my soul my dyslexic brain.

I read and read what a syllables is,
Cannot remember no use getting upset.
It takes a forever if you try to train,
Someone like me with a dyslexic brain.

Like trying to find a sentence now I know,
Where does the letter k go on now or know?
It's very hard for me to let my feelings show.
When in writing my dyslexic brain,
Can't tell me where to go.

You can try to teach but never preach,
This dyslexic brain is out of reach.
Many may curse at this affliction,
Often worrying about your diction.

Dyslexia comes in many forms,
My mind is always in a spin.
I'm certain that when I was born,
I shouted I'm not ready
Put me back in.

Some may think he's a bit of a fool,
US dyslexics don't think that's cool.
But us dyslexics everywhere,
Have something better to share.

Ourselves, Our love, You see, We care.
To all teachers out There,
For any creativity that I'd shown.
When you filled out my last exam,
Couldn't you just write potential unknown.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-02-06 at 00:19

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LacyxDevine
Excellent poem! That last line was a fabulous punch. I really loved this one!
2022-02-07


D G Moody
I found this to be a well considered and poetic. It is a bit ironic, that in sharing how dyslexia may seem to stymie your writing, you none the less give us a damn good poem.

Bravo Alan

p.s. I think it is because its lived experience - and that counts
2022-02-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
As a felow dyslexic I can but concare with you, Alan me mate.
Ken D
2022-02-06