Thoughts of a Dyslexic

I am a patient of dyslexia
Fortunately, I don't posses most of the qualities
Of a dyslexic patient anymore

But childhood was a slippery slope
I could not read sentences fully
Till I had reached the age of 10

And till today, reading sentences leaves me dismay
For you or others a sentence is to be read
Maybe in five seconds or a bit more
But for me, a sentence is a battle ground

Where words fight to be heard and seen
Pictured and felt
The barren lands of the white paper
or the computer screen
Projecting these warrior words

I see, and maybe I can read
But I don't understand what they mean
Even today, reading a novel with complicated words
Or words that easily get entangled into the locked, staunch mind
is an ordeal I have to pass

89, or 98.. 156 or 165. Numbers are my worst enemy
I could never open the correct page number of my textbook
And even today you will find me misspeaking common words
with Mathematics-- a common nemesis

How do you multiply double digits?
Does the units digit go first
In this infinite process
or the tens?

Till today I don't know what is right or left
I generally use my writing hand as a cue
Tying shoelaces or shirt buttons for school
always ended with cries and hue

And till today, the buttons on my shirt can't stay
in the proper order as they should be
and till today vernacular languages are a monster
I tend to keep away

So what does a dyslexic like me do?
When competitive exams call for proficiency
in..my two greatest enemies
Maths-Comprehension; Speed and accuracy  

A dyslexic is just a trapped soul
Not-Diagnosed, unrecognised
Living everyday
As if it were a fight!