Dyscalculia

I’ve got a mind that maps the stars,
but trips on simple parking bars.
Equations dance beyond my reach,
yet somehow I still learn and teach.

They said, “It’s easy—just divide.”
I smiled and let my soul subside.
“Borrow the ten, carry the two,”
I’d rather wrestle thoughts anew.

The clock ticks loudly, but I can’t tell
How long I’ve sat inside this shell.
Fractions flirt then run away,
percentages just won’t obey.

But I see patterns in a song
and build things others get all wrong.
My brain can dream, can feel, can draw,
It’s just the numbers that feel raw.

A left is right, a mile’s a mist,
receipts are chaos on a list.
But give me space to work my way,
and I will still invent the day.

So don’t mistake the tilted path
as a failure in the world of math.
I’m wired weird, but wired well
A quiet storm with lots to tell.