The Cell With the Open Door
What is Discalculus?
It means my brain produces the colour red
Like a mist that covers and hides
Making all numbers dead
And all ability to understand slides
Away.
There are ways to escape and in no way its value diminish
One was darts, learning double and trebles rote, and what was a 301 finish!
It worked, and so, I was able to take in a little more
But not enough to even the score
Of how I could never fully walk out of the door
Of limitation.
It never held me back, strength and have a go gave me a life
I could work out my finances as sharp as a knife
But my poetry is mainly free verse or rhyme
Other peoples poetry so inspiring and in such expanded time
Yet most competitions have definite style
Need certain syllables or a genius made guile
I wish some competition makers can see
There are thousands of Poets just like
Me.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2023
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