My Dyslexic Life Poem by James Darwin Smith II

To wayward redemption
Through the needle of an eye
Backwards capability
My dyslexic life


Losing memory, reading pages
Must go back and back and back
To understand these words
You must defy all logics
And behold something different


Taught myself to adapt
Ran around the system and out
The world is so different
To someone
Perceiving the north as west
Going right when going left


I learned to love confusion
Because it has always been with me


In this later life
So far far away
So misunderstood
Feeling ambidextrous pride
Going every different direction
Flying high with inspiration


Being under the radar
Is not really a terrible thing
It is fun to keep people guessing
I suppose
It keeps them guessing
Till they truly know who I am


My high and almighty diploma
Will never be as worthy
As my hard lessons of life
Even if I passed everything
Society wanted me to
Right on time


I was never really educated in school
As much as I have been in my own life


To wayward redemption
Through the needle of an eye
Backwards capability
My dyslexic life


Depression and Anxiety
Now that is something else
But even now
I will soon graduate
From the university of its dread


I have made so much progress
From here on out


I am so damn proud of my dyslexic life!