My Dyslexia And My Word Omission
In the maze of letters, I often stray,
Words on a page seem to dance away,
They twist and turn, then hide from sight,
Leaving me to struggle, to read, to spell, to write.
My thoughts are clear, my mind is bright,
But on the page, it’s a different fight,
The words I know, they slip and slide,
Some disappear, while others collide.
My dyslexia, a shadow that lingers near,
It shapes the way I see, the way I hear,
It turns the simplest tasks to trials,
And stretches minutes into miles.
Omissions come, unbidden, unplanned,
Words will vanish like grains of sand,
I reach for them, but they’re not there,
Left with gaps, empty air.
It’s not that I don’t know or bothered,
It’s just the way my mind is wired,
A journey through a tangled field,
Where thoughts are rich, but words concealed.
But I am more than this, I know,
More than the words that come and go,
I find my voice in different ways,
In colours, sounds, and endless plays.
I see the world with a unique view,
A mind that’s open, fresh, and new,
And though my words may sometimes lack,
There’s strength in what I hold back.
For in the spaces, there’s a story untold,
A quiet power, a wisdom bold,
And in the silence, I find my grace,
A deeper truth in this wordless space.
So I embrace my path, however it winds,
With all its twists, and all its finds,
My dyslexia, my word omission,
Are just part of my unique vision.
I write my story, line by line,
In my own rhythm, my own time,
For every word that goes amiss,
There’s a deeper meaning, a quiet bliss.
In every struggle, there’s a gain,
In every loss, a lesson plain,
I am not bound by what’s unseen,
For in my heart, my words are keen.
So I rise above, with strength anew,
Embracing all that I go through,
For my dyslexia, my word omission,
Are simply part of my life’s mission.
To show the world that different is good,
That every mind, if understood,
Can bring forth beauty, light, and grace,
In its own time, in its own space.
Words on a page seem to dance away,
They twist and turn, then hide from sight,
Leaving me to struggle, to read, to spell, to write.
My thoughts are clear, my mind is bright,
But on the page, it’s a different fight,
The words I know, they slip and slide,
Some disappear, while others collide.
My dyslexia, a shadow that lingers near,
It shapes the way I see, the way I hear,
It turns the simplest tasks to trials,
And stretches minutes into miles.
Omissions come, unbidden, unplanned,
Words will vanish like grains of sand,
I reach for them, but they’re not there,
Left with gaps, empty air.
It’s not that I don’t know or bothered,
It’s just the way my mind is wired,
A journey through a tangled field,
Where thoughts are rich, but words concealed.
But I am more than this, I know,
More than the words that come and go,
I find my voice in different ways,
In colours, sounds, and endless plays.
I see the world with a unique view,
A mind that’s open, fresh, and new,
And though my words may sometimes lack,
There’s strength in what I hold back.
For in the spaces, there’s a story untold,
A quiet power, a wisdom bold,
And in the silence, I find my grace,
A deeper truth in this wordless space.
So I embrace my path, however it winds,
With all its twists, and all its finds,
My dyslexia, my word omission,
Are just part of my unique vision.
I write my story, line by line,
In my own rhythm, my own time,
For every word that goes amiss,
There’s a deeper meaning, a quiet bliss.
In every struggle, there’s a gain,
In every loss, a lesson plain,
I am not bound by what’s unseen,
For in my heart, my words are keen.
So I rise above, with strength anew,
Embracing all that I go through,
For my dyslexia, my word omission,
Are simply part of my life’s mission.
To show the world that different is good,
That every mind, if understood,
Can bring forth beauty, light, and grace,
In its own time, in its own space.
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