Handwriting

Malformed loops and curls followed my unsteady pen, as I wrote homework and answers in examination booklets. With difficulty, one might navigate where occasional legible words formed stepping-stones across my rivers of confusion. Creating whirls with flare remained a dream in my spastic world of uncertainty. Jabs and lurches, scratches and corrections desecrated traditional tools of writing. I lived with this cursive curse until meeting QWERTY, my closest companion of sixty years.