This is a short poem about my feelings associated with growing up with dyslexia

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This is a short poem about my feelings associated with growing up with dyslexia, being late developer physically, and how I finally realised that the pain I suffered in growing up helped to set me free.

 

 

Learning to fly

It was so hard it was so bad
It seemed like pain was all I had
I never saw beyond the sadness
I felt my life was only madness

But then it was I began to see
It seemed the world had been lying to me
I was not bad I was not mad
I had unjustly been made sad

For I am good and strong of heart
And there are many who like my art
And though I suffered I now see why
From what I learn I learn to fly

This poem I dedicate for those who see that we are on a path of enlightenment.