Dyslexia is like a small fern trying to grow as tall as the pine trees,
we blanket the floor covering every gap the pines do not,
and in this we can grow in our own light without the shadows of the trees blocking us.
Pictures on my wall
I left my flat this morning without knowing what was to come,
I’d had pictures on my wall for a while now without knowing why,
For sure I know now,
It was through love or the longing for love,
Either way I had them,
Before it was peculiar now it was kind,
But now in someway they are with me everyday,
That’s why I love my pictures on my wall.