Useless is one of the words people often tell me
all my life, from childhood to now.
If I hadn’t met you, I would have died when I was 20 years old.
You give me dyslexia.
It makes my life difficult.
However, everything you give me is good,
I never criticize the gift you give me.
Everything that comes to me only brings me closer to you.
For the rest of my life I vow to stick with you.
You are my life and my hope.
In you, I live.