As a regular man with dyslexia, I see life through a unique lens, shaped by both challenge and wonder. While dyslexia has made things difficult – especially with numbers and words that seem to dance on the page – I have learnt to embrace my journey. I didn't realise I was dyslexic until my 30s and only after returning to college in my 40s did I find out I was dyslexic. Accepting this, I changed how I approach learning in a different way. With the love of all nature, especially trees, it helped my creative flow. I often find peace and the words I need to inspire myself to write and to connect with the things I love. Poetry has become a passion, allowing me to capture moments in short bursts. This is just the start of my journey writing poems and even children's stories. I feel quite victorious with what I have achieved.