I fight everyday against what I ought to do.
I ought to live alone
I ought to move out from my parents place
I ought to look after my dyslexia and not push it
I ought to do a job that doesn’t hurt my eyes
I ought to stay away from the computer screen
because of Meares Irlen
I ought to lay down and accept my limitations.
Of course I don’t.
I don’t live alone
I am not going to move away from my parents
I refuse to acknowledge my dyslexia
I ignore my eye problems and sniff
disdainfully at Meares Irlen
And I never lay down to accept anything.
Instead I do
I will always live with my family
unless I make my own
I write everyday and refuse to let the dyslexia stop me
I do as much as I can, and more everyday
teaching my eyes to cope with colour filters
And I dance whenever I can, pushing every boundary
others have placed on me.
This poem was inspired by the daily prompt – fight the power.