By Evie M., Lamar Middle School
I dwell within the chambers of my mind,
Where pages of my soul crawl like vines,
Fresh ink, sweet and thick, I inhale,
Its weight pressing down, a shadowed trail.
Words emerge like Braille beneath my skin,
Tugging, twisting, yet nothing begins.
My thoughts, like brittle glass, shatter,
Each fragment too sharp, too scattered.
I grasp for meaning in a sea of haze,
Seeking a word, but lost in the maze.
My mind, a storm with no retreat,
A hollow quake beneath my feet.
I sink within my spine’s embrace,
Falling further into the empty space.
The more I try, the more I break,
My thoughts fracture, my sanity shakes.
Why is reading hard for me, how come everyone has the right key?