Dear Mathematics, Call Me Whole

 For years I carried my fight with Mathematics in silence. Today, I finally wrote to it. This is not just a poem, it’s my heart.

Dear Mathematics...

If we ever meet again, can I be the formula this once?

Adulthood has taught me that my x’s are always pathways to the y’s I had since I was born.

"Why do I study Nursing?"

Because I’ve always admired the act of saving lives since I was three.

All my present questions link to my past experiences.

I fought tooth and nail, trying to get my stand with you.

These days I subtract my past, add my present, and try to multiply it with my future self. Where do I stand?

Currently, I’ve simplified my life.

First, my relationship with the Almighty with whose formula I was formed,

Second, my academics, because average shouldn’t be solved but crossed,

Third, my health, because cramps isn’t mensuration during monthly flow, and so...

I’ve decided to be the formula next time
we meet.

My adulthood shouldn’t be built on probability or statistics.

It should be on values, beyond which you own,

On love, whose formula you do not know,

On worth, that even indices cannot index.

This is me telling you, dear Mathematics, I am not the problem.

So subtract my weakness,

Add my strength,

Multiply my purpose,

And let my future be an infinite series.

Diverging into love,

Converging always into truth.

I’m not the problem.

Do not equate me to an empty box, for I am not an empty vessel.

And if you must define me,

Don’t call me complex,

Call me whole.

Dear reader, be audacious!!!

✍️ Goodness Makuochukwu