Unspoken poetry.

1: Dear Dyslexia

Dear Dyslexia,
You take over and control 10% of the population and little me is only one girl in so so many people.

No one deserves to have you take over.
But I have to admit when I found out and was told you had consumed my brain, I was relieved.

I was relieved that I would never be called lazy when I said I couldn't read again.

I was relieved that that I'd never be called addicted to my phone because the bright lights that shone through the page 'apparently' symbolised my phone screen.

I was relieved that people wouldn't just think I'm stupid when I said I couldn't read and maybe they could understand.

I was relieved that when I thought fire was spelt f-y-e-r I wasn't going crazy.

But all you did was give me an excuse didn't you?
Why would I keep on fighting this internal battle with myself when I knew you'd overpower me.

Surely I should just give up and quit trying. Because the deal was done you had taken over my brain like a mass murderer plans to take over the world.

I was always told about famous people, geniuses who were also controlled by you. But they won their battle. Maybe I could be a female Einstein, maybe I could direct some award winning films like Steven Spielberg, maybe I could be a boxer like Muhammed Ali or maybe an actor like the so many who you have controlled.

So dear dyslexia you haven't won this battle yet and I will keep fighting you and blocking you out until, until I win.

I wish you all the best,
A xx