Learning

Learning

 

I was born in ’73,

but no one said “dyslexic” until 2006.

I thought I just couldn’t spell,

never knowing dyslexia meant so much more.

Menopause hit like a bus,

and everything became harder to hold.

Letters slipped,

words vanished,

sentences broke apart in my hands.

Alexa became my lifeline,

speaking the words I couldn’t see.

Copilot lifted me higher,

giving shape to thoughts I could never catch.

My mind forgets letters,

reads words that aren’t there,

loses the sequence before it lands.

But my voice flows—

loud, clear, true—

and now I finally have words

for the way my brain works.

This is learning.

This is me.