This poem started during one of those moments where I felt myself slipping into my own head.
Writing helps me catch what I’m feeling before it disappears or turns darker.
As a child, I was told things like “big girls don’t cry” and “stop being dramatic,” so I learned to bury parts of myself.
Now I write because every human experience has value, and none of it should be dismissed.
The Draft
Written fast, no filter — just trying to catch it before it slipped away.
The Finished Version
What Changed
– The draft was raw and chaotic — the final version gives it structure
– The imagery became clearer and more intense
– The pacing was slowed to build tension
– The ending was sharpened to hit harder
This is what my process looks like.
No AI. Just me — human and messy.
Thank you for reading
Your DislexicPoet 🖤