The written word never seemed meant for me.
Lines and dots were all I could see.
But then my Mother would read to me every night.
And soon I wanted to also read and write.
Books alone could open any door.
I just wanted to read more and more!
Learning to read was the hardest thing I had ever done.
My dyslexia required study past the moon replaced the sun.
Now I could read, soon too shall I write.
Oh, how my future became so bright!
Poems by far were my favorite thing.
So few words, and yet they did sing.
From then to now, I've become rather proud.
I'm a dyslexic who writes with words that are loud.
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