The ADHD Brain (An Allegory Poem)

Misfired Faeries

Unable to fly, their wings painful

In Purity, the whole spectrum

A miniscule universe carefully painted

On each petal sized wing

The normal person

Cannot see, nor comprehend how hard they try

They are not believed in

Misfired faeries

Unable to fly, time and time again

They try

 Make it halfway, their wings fail

Flat, stale, and forgotten

They fall short

Wings flutter sadly, slowly, then fast again

But nothing propels them upward

Misfired, like a Fourth of July firework

Lit with excitement, anticipation, glowing at first

Then nothing, stuttering out

How can you know how delicate they are

The words do not come

If you were to believe in them, I would tell you

Their plight is a long one, a life time

Every flutter of the way is stronger than any other

They try harder, each an Olympian feat

Yet without any medals

They are not like you

With your mind that completes each thought of

A sentence, each word flying out of your mouth

Without effort

If they could talk, it would be disjointed

Like their broken flight, cloudy language

Every syllable backwards, or with the wrong letter, or word

If you believed in them, I would tell you

They have wings like any other, but they were made

In a different way, to stay on the ground,

But not still

The misfired Faeries

Do not know yet that they

Are the balance

That life

 is a circle that they complete

Staying on the ground to help others lift off,

To make a new way to fly

A completely new way, so far

Unthought-of