The Secrets of a Savant
What makes a savant?
Is there something behind those numbers that emerge effortlessly?
Is there some pain that cannot be calculated?
Is the only thing keeping me away from being extraordinary-
These wounds that are shaped like a maze?
Why must all my struggles be infamous?
As much as their skills are lauded?
What makes a savant-
Is not within me.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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