Fear Poem

Feeling Free To Share Your Deepest Fears

In the 50's and 60's most schools were not equipped to teach children with Dyslexia. I failed first grade and the kids were brutal. Each grade I was passed along. I could barely read or write. I learned to hide and cheat and cry. I received an honorary degree from my high school, with a fifth grade education. I started reading in my mid-thirties and writing came soon after. This poem is for all men with hidden feelings. To my wife of 48 years who saw me, not just the hurt child inside.

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Brothers

Published by Family Friend Poems July 22, 2024 with permission of the Author.

My brother, my friend, flesh of eternal flesh.
I hold you tightly in my mind.
Our need of life is without words.
We say little to one another but are so alike.

We believe to share is to bare.
To give in is to be less then men.
Knowing about feelings is easy,
Saying them is the hard part.

What man would understand me
if I spoke of my hidden truths.
I no longer wish to live without life,
to walk alone, to be without feeling.

We will touch each others hearts
And feel the spirit of our souls.

With all my love, your brother.

ABOUT THE POET:

Prescott was young for his age, then he got older. His parents owned a house on Lake Erie in Ohio. He and his wife moved to California in 1977, (they have one son and one granddaughter). Prescott watched tv a lot in the winter which became his learning center. He never read required reading books, for school. But he doesn't miss what he...

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