To see with letters crossed,
A blur of black against white expanse,
Staring, squinting, turning, shaking off,
Words of clarity often lost.
Pounding, throbbing, aching eyes
Anger- tears, a heartfelt plea,
Frustrated sadness as letters flip,
A sound lost meaning- then many sighs.
On and on, hours pass - oh hated pages,
Wrestling my thoughts and self esteem,
Pray for mercy - sounds still battle,
Determined will - free me my mind its cages.
Duplicate pages - my brain tell lies,
I've read these words a thousand times.
Scrambled letters - missing vowels,
Keep on moving - It's the DYSLEXIA - I despise!
I write not ONCE, not TWO or THREE,
I write to EXPLAIN that this is ME!