How Poetry Helped Me Overcome My Learning Disability and Become an Author, a guest post by Alora Young

I have always been a daydreamer. My mom says I used to talk myself to sleep at night. My brain moved too fast for its own good, and I was always consumed by shiny stories and tales that regaled my young mind. I started talking at ten months old and never stopped.

When I began school I discovered a disconnect between my love of words and my fingers. My handwriting was often illegible. My left-handedness combined with my dyslexia caused me to write whole sentences backward. My kindergarten teacher had to hold my writing up to a mirror to read it. That was the way my brain worked. The words made more sense in reverse.