The Mirror of Words
The Mirror of Words
In a land where letters waltz from right to left,
Begins a curious dance—a beautiful theft.
Numbers twist like shadows in the night,
Making sense of wrong feels far from right.
Where “b” turns to “d,” and “p” to “q,”
The written world feels like a playful view.
Each word transposed, a riddle to tease,
A symphony of chaos, it’s viewed to deceive.
Sentences whisper in a language apart,
As thoughts pirouette, playing tricks with the heart,
The page becomes an enigma, a puzzle unsolved,
Yet beneath the tangle, a story evolves.
With every turn, it’s a bridge to create,
Building connections, redefining fate.
Though letters may dance in a dizzying spree,
A world rich with colors waits patiently.
Resilience grows where confusion may lie,
In every misstep, a spark may fly high.
For those who navigate these intricate streams,
Find strength in the journey, the beauty in dreams.
For dyslexia’s dance is a path, not a flaw,
With languages tangled that few ever saw.
To make light of a struggle, we failed to perceive
The strength in your journey, the courage to believe.
So let the words waltz, let them spin and sway,
In the mirror of language, we find our own way.
Transposed but not broken, we rise from the fray,
Creating our narrative, come what may.
~Johnny Adicks
2025.11.01
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