A poem on dyslexia

daffsIt really is annoying when you can’t read black on white,
You just get lost so easily because you can’t tell left from right.
When words all look like pictures and letters jump around,
And mathematics baffles you because it has no sound.

I’m capable, articulate and speak with true conviction,
Yet it’s written works and reading words that highlight my affliction.
Sometimes I worry silently, the fear just makes me sick,
I fear that people judge me because they think I’m ‘thick’.

So I offer up this silent prayer to ease my troubled mind,
Let others see me, as I am, intelligent and kind.
Please feel the struggle that I face each and every day,
Dyslexia is not a myth, its real and here to stay.

Alas, I know that faith alone will not bring understanding,
The world is fast, intolerant and always too demanding.
I realise no higher being will clear my mind of fog,
In which case, I have to ask if there really is a doG.


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