A Poem for the Mind

The challenged child writes for expression

But from writing, I gain a different possession

Each gear in my head individually turns

And the fuel of greatness steadily burns

Writing is an exercise- a form of training

My wit it stimulates, thoughts maintaining

It calls for a sort of cunning, a bit of clever

Which the gears spin to prove when a poem pulls the lever

There is no form greater which words can take

Nothing more genuine, but all more fake

Novels and essays tell knowledge and stories

But only in poem are a person's true glories

Everything they are, everything they can be

Must be expressed not but perfectly

Only when thoughts have been rightly conveyed

Only when this, the pen shall be stayed