When I read or write <br />I see and feel things differently. <br /> <br />ImaGes are nOt whaT they AlwAys aPpear <br /> <br />Words <br />__________fall <br />______________off <br />_________________the <br />_____________________p <br />______________________a <br />_______________________g <br />________________________e <br /> <br />like a water fall <br />into a cist pool <br />of abstracts <br /> <br />, tfel ot thgir daer taht <br /> <br />only mirrored <br />can you see <br />the true reflection I see, <br /> <br />t h a t <br />...............i s <br /> <br />i f <br /> <br /> <br />i t..........d o e s n’t.... g e t <br /> <br />.............l o s t <br />......i n <br /> <br />t <br />h e <br /> <br />m <br />a z <br />e. <br /> <br />How many colors do you see <br />when you read? <br /> <br />Try forcing a square <br />into a round hole, <br />or see the sky, <br />a blanket of wonders <br />as the only thing <br />that makes sense <br />with its diversity. <br /> <br />Can you feel the venom <br />of frustration <br />feast on self-esteem <br />leaving behind <br />a shell of doubt? <br /> <br />Is it a learning disability, <br />to see and feel things so differently?<br /><br />Tracey Hardie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-what-you-read/
