The sight of letters on a page,
makes me cringe and want to escape.
Even though we are often told,
that writing comes from the soul.
Perhaps I have no soul?
My soul lusts for something more,
it lusts to fight for what I adore.
That’s what I am -- a fighter.
Opening a book is like a wrestling match,
a constant struggle to keep my eyes attached.
While expressing ideas is the epitome of being free,
reading and writing is just not for me.
Perhaps I have ADD?
My light-bulb brain loves to glow,
sadly, often with nowhere to go.
That’s what I am: a thinker.
Overwhelmed with ideas myself I find,
making me wish I could rewind…
And jot down all my infinite thoughts,
numbers and letters, commas and dots.
Perhaps I am a genius?
But what I’ve come to realize,
is that pen and paper are a real prize.
And even though I’m not a real fan,
it is a big part of who I am.