Sometimes the words won’t stay still.
They slip through my fingers
like water refusing to be held,
letters spinning, jumping,
taunting me to understand them again and again.
People see the stumbles,
the pauses, the misspelled dreams.
But they don’t see the quiet war,
the courage it takes
to face a page that turns its back on me.
I’ve cried over words
that float above the page,
over sentences that blurred from my tears
until they felt like closed in secrets
the world never wanted me to know.
Still, I reach for them.
Because somewhere between
the broken lines and tangled sounds,
I find my own rhythm,
a heartbeat made of motion,
a language only I can comprehend.
And though the words may never sit still,
they still belong to me,
wild, and imperfect,
they taught me.
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Author:
Lyss Nicole (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I always was looked down because of my learning disability, but I learned it makes me different in the best ways possible. Just because it takes me a little more time to comprehend a sentence or decipher word doesn\\\'t mean I can\\\'t write. \r\n
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Comments2
Words strange creatures that often are hard to tell one from another and sometimes join together to make a hybrid. Some are hard to hold onto and slip through ones fingers and mind mutating into something totally different. A good read.
I apricate it, thank you.
You are most welcome
As someone who can relate this hits hard. I am a neurodivergent person and what would take an average individual a day or two to finish any old chapter book could turn into a month or more for me! You worded this beautifully 🤍 “a page that turns its back on me” exquisite!
Thank you so much. This means so much to me!
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