It's been a sort of window day, sorry I meant to say it's been weird
Our words don't match the situation, it is something that I feared
We see a letter and our minds run wild, a tangent of it's own
I'm glad I'm not the only one, I'd hate to be here alone.
I sit and watch a horror film, I say I think it's squarey
My husband laughs with all his heart, my mistakes, how dare he
I hear him tell my daughter, and then he laughs some more
Now he's getting on my nerves and I bang my feet onto the floor.
I read the words upon the screen, and read them once again
I thought it said tenancy, but the word is really ten
So now I'm reading words all wrong, that one was just not there
To others it may seem hilarious, but for us it's hard to bear.
And now I take to writing on my pad with my new pencil
And when I looked to buy it I thought the price label said stencil
And when you add a new word it just does not make any sense
I simply wanted to write intense, instead I wrote in tents.
What's the point in spell check if words look right when wrong
My spelling used to be be so good, on that I was so strong
But when you fill your forms in and send them all away
You get a copy in the post and your words have gone astray.
What must people think, would they think I had no schooling
You try to tell them 'aint my fault', who do I think I'm fooling
If your head is playing up and words don't pass your lips
You tend to stand there like a fool clicking your fingertips.
But the hardest part of all is you realise not what you do
My brain seems to get a sticky bit, I call it fibro glue
So when people think you acting daft, making like an oaf
Tell them to Google Fibro-fog and use their ruddy loaf!
Hoever, your wonderful poems give us all some hope OG. Stay strong. Jane x
Thanks xx
Thinking of a word!
Hi, I haven't posted in a fibro forum for a while as I have been "managing" it for a while but now feel pretty raw in more ways than one. 
It's been a journey
