Question
After
Question
Fired off her mouth.
Missiles
Hurled at my intellect.
None good enough
To breach my brain.
Alas, my voice fired back
Blank
After
Impotent blank.
Thus losing the battle for my spirit.
Imprisoned in defeat.
Locked away in hopelessness.
But despair mothers resilience.
Letter by pointed letter
I dug my escape tunnel.
Leaping triumphantly
Towards light.
The battle may have been lost.
Not the war.
Anantha Krishnamurthy
Anantha is a teen from Calgary, Canada. Anantha does most of his communication via typing or a letterboard. Creative writing gives Anantha great pride and solace; it is also how he shares his autistic experiences with the world. If you like his writing, you can click here to leave Anantha a tip.
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2 Responses
Absolutely brilliant poem that captures the assessment system that fails to comprehend or analyze the intellect of an intense brain but unable to talk like a regular person.
Question
After
Question
Fired off her mouth.
Missiles
Hurled at my intellect.
Very sharp lines depicting the way the questions that were bombarded supposedly to test the intellect…… 👍👍👍
None good enough
To breach my brain.
Alas, my voice fired back
Blank
Frankly I have become speechless reading these lines….. how superbly these lines narrated the incapability of the questions to match the intellectual ability, while to answer, inability to speak…..!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏
But despair mothers resilience.
Letter by pointed letter
I dug my escape tunnel.
Leaping triumphantly
Towards light.
The battle may have been lost.
Not the war.
What a tribute to mother who is doing all she can address the situation…..⭐⭐⭐⭐
The lines depict your confidence and determination to face and sail through the situation….. Keep writing Ananth, you will be very successful…..
Ram