BOY WHO’S GOOD ENOUGH

I’m just a boy, who dreams to write,

Writing stories under my bedside table light.

This is my dream; I want it as my future,

There is nothing holding me back, yet I feel the loser.

I’ve been stuck in these manic daydreams,

But this is me since before my early teens.

People bullied me and tried to tear me down,

Making me out to be the classroom clown.

I feel as if i’m a brainless boy who’s life is so pathetic,

I haven’t got a clue, but still I try, but i’ve learnt i’m not fantastic.

My life is always the post of something else,

But I suppose that depends on how I present myself.

I’d pass colleges with my head down in shame,

with all the things I wanted to learn, i’ve only suffered in vein.

I want to work hard; I want to write about me.

I want to write books that are meant to be.

I need to allow my mind become open to interpretation,

I’ll not be William Shakespeare; I’ll not be big or extraordinary,

I just want to be me without the frustration.

Confused I’d ask for help, to be told to look up the dictionary,

I didn’t know how to, with words I couldn’t spell, it all became too scary.

While my diagnosis went unnoticed,

My dreams of becoming a writer soon became less of a focus.

I want to dream big again, take me to that place i’ve never been,

This time less scared and wanting to be heard and seen.

I will learn to love the skies I’m under,

I’ll not be that person that people walk over.

The struggles I faced, the chances i’m now taking,

Those who will try and knock me down, but this time, I’ll not be breaking.

I’ll accept my limits, aim big and maybe I’ll be slow,

I can change, but until I try, I’ll never really know.

I’ll keep trying to come out from the darkness and into the light,

I’ll never give up, I can see my future now in sight.

I’ll not give up; I’m out to be heard,

I will do this and may not win, but I’ll happily come second or third.

I struggle with grammar and I can hardly read, does this mean i’ve a disability?

Big or small, clear or not, the beauty of writing shows such gracility.

I want to succeed but not to be famously known,

I want to write my goals and ambitions proving how much i’ve grown.

I needed to learn the charisma and education,

I didn’t need the worries of my frustration.

It’s small, yet powerful; i’m not psychotic,

I’m just a boy who is dyslexic.

I’m not normal but who is?

I’m certainly not perfect; does it even exist?

I was once given a quote that keeps me strong through the good and rough,

“I may not be normal or perfect, however i’m just a boy who is good enough”

– James Keenan

11 thoughts on “BOY WHO’S GOOD ENOUGH

  1. You are a wonderful writer. Every time you write a post you are a writer. Your always a writer when you dream, when you strive to live that dream. Write as much as you want. You are a writer who has a following of people who already love what you are writing. (I really did not mean to use the word write so much.) 🙂

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  2. Another excellent piece of work James. I’ve been at a few creative writing classes through local women’s centres, they are also available through certain libraries, you would love them. No pressure, no hassle no deadlines to meet, just fun and sharing with the people that we meet. Always in my thoughts. xxx love to you both

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