Inches Are Measured In Miles

[Guest therisa]

Find myself

Standing upon

The edge of time

Wondering

How I got here.

Almost fearing

The answer

Which I already know

Will be given to me.

Knowing

It’s too late

For any hastily retreat

Into my protective shell

Again.

No matter

How much

I crave

This false sense of security

Which it has provided

In the past.

Sigh

Feel like a civilian

Caught in the middle

Of a very deadly warzone

With no escape lane

Opening up

For me.

Am so tired

Of this

And the pain

I endure daily.

Except the peace

I seek

Seems so faraway

From my trembling hands

To grab hold of.

[Guest ma-head-a-spinnin]

Nice poem!

I don't have such an artistic streak. Wish I had, but I don't

(Off topic)

Inches? Miles?

Sorry, miss, but I'm strictly metric. All based of multple of ten, much easier.

What was it? A foot is eleven, or twelve inches?

[Guest therisa]

Ma-head-a-spinnin, everyone has an artistic streak, within themselves. Just to be patient and have faith with yourself, while stop being so self-critical of your effect. As your comments about the imperial system, I am, the wrong person to ask, as like you, I was raised on the Metric system, too. Do know that 12 inches = 1 foot, but beyond that, I am lost. Thanks for your comment on this poem. It should have read, "When Inches are Measured In Miles". Part of the joys, which my learning disability gives me.

therisa

[JJ]

Your poetry is so good Therisa. Thank you for sharing.

Hugs

John

[Guest therisa]

Thank you, John.

[Guest ma-head-a-spinnin]

Ma-head-a-spinnin, everyone has an artistic streak, within themselves. Just to be patient and have faith with yourself, while stop being so self-critical of your effect. As your comments about the imperial system, I am, the wrong person to ask, as like you, I was raised on the Metric system, too. Do know that 12 inches = 1 foot, but beyond that, I am lost. Thanks for your comment on this poem. It should have read, "When Inches are Measured In Miles". Part of the joys, which my learning disability gives me.

therisa

'Learning disability'? It hardly seems a disabilty, more like a gift.

And a gift really is something to treasure.

[Guest miss kindheart]

I like the poem theria,

<<< hug >>>

Catchy name "Inches Are Measured In Miles"

Try and remember that straight line geometry doesn't really work in a curved universe

vanna

[Guest therisa]

'Learning disability'? It hardly seems a disabilty, more like a gift.

And a gift really is something to treasure.

I wish. For me, school was hard, because I struggled, daily, with my various LDs. There were exams, that I had to dicate to my protoctor teacher, because I could not write my answer out in the exam books. Just glad those days are long over for me.

therisa

[Guest ma-head-a-spinnin]

I wish. For me, school was hard, because I struggled, daily, with my various LDs. There were exams, that I had to dicate to my protoctor teacher, because I could not write my answer out in the exam books. Just glad those days are long over for me.

therisa

Ouch, that hurts. A hell of a lot of people here, had problems just like mine.

I sympathise, even tough I think it's of little consequence, by this time.

School was hard for me, 'cause I was always the odd one out. *** do I hate those bullies.

[Guest Elizabeth K]

I taught my teachers usually. Mundane.

Til university studies - and I never wanted to leave.

But LD I had not. More a duality of spirit and nature that confused.

Not typical - even here on Laura's - I do as I best can

And yet your poerty outrules all that

So masterful!

Therisa, I become awed seldom, but you do that for me.

PLEASE do not destroy your genius through the madness of life.

Persevere and be what you are - of great value

Enough said

Elizabeth

[Guest ma-head-a-spinnin]

I taught my teachers usually. Mundane.

That's something I don't hear every day. Then again, I should go out more...

[Guest therisa]

Elizabeth, my writing is just a reflection of the inner struggles, to become whole again. In high schoool, I was told to drop French after grade 9, which I did. Now, find myself regretting that move on my part, but that's ancient history. Being at university, exposed me, to so many different things, like studying Russian (the language), got a c-, as a final mark. Just completing that language course, proved all of teachers wrong. My learning disabilities are hard, but others have it worse and are thriving, at university. Just wish, I had kept closer ties with a friend, whom personify, what true strength is. He refused to use his CP as a crutch for anything. He taught me, alot.

therisa