A poem by Ryan D. Adcox
Sometimes I can’t tell my left from my right
Struggling each day with a severe mental fight
I’m tired of the struggle to find words to say
To explain myself in an understanding way
People say they understand and it’s no big deal
How can they say that? They don’t know how I feel!
With an injured brain I fool the crowd
No one can see the invisible rain cloud
It’s not like a severed leg or a broken arm
Folks can see the risks of impending harm
Gradually the damage and pain go away
But an injured brain is here to stay
It’s crazy how quickly memory can fade
And how making a point is always delayed
Living like this throughout the years
With its many challenges has brought many tears
I have dreams that I can’t fulfill
I lack the ability to think, and have lots of time to kill
Confusion reigns within my head
Sometimes it makes me wish I were dead
But I carry on for those whom I love
With hopes of support from God above
To survive this war, this severe mental fight
And also
To discern my left from my right.
WABISC 