In the maze of the mind, where thoughts intertwine,
Letters leap and twist, and refuse to align.
A jumble of shapes, a chaotic parade,
Dyslexia’s rhythm, a curious cascade.
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“B” flips to “d,” “p” pirouettes to a “q,”
Words stumble, they tumble, in a world all askew.
Yet in this confusion, a spark starts to glow,
A story emerges, a river in full flow.
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For every misstep, a new path is found,
Imagination blossoms, ideas unbound.
The letters may falter, but the spirit takes flight,
Painting silent pictures in words, in the depths of the night.
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Storytelling rises, as a phoenix out of the flames,
Dyslexia’s struggle bursts free as it brightly exclaims.
So let the letters dance, let them twist and collide,
For in their disorder, is where magic resides,
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For what is confusion but a canvas so wide,
Where creativity roams, where dreams can reside?
The mind writes its tale, in colors unseen,
A symphony of words, where the impossible has been.
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In the heart of confusion, the stories take root,
Dyslexia’s challenge, a treasure, a flute.
It plays a new melody, bold and untamed,
A song of the soul, forever unnamed
By Cat Howell©
CAT HOWELL 