Three Dots
I have been so blind…
Oh hey, nevermind…
I want strength again…
Let's look into it…
Our silly little wit…
Gets us glad I admit…
Scared…scarred…left with tears…
Couldn’t face my childlike fears…
I’m indecisive…forgive me with cheers…
Righteousness comes from discernment…
Wickedness is original from discouragement...
See, there's proof I learned from the Holy Bible of encouragement…
You’re glimmering like grand-find, mined gold…
Your soul is still young and bold, never once old…
You are always a warmth with a twinge of cold…
Too blue to be true…
Too true to be you…
I am these three dots that you can’t undo…
…I need an extreme upgrade…
…Many mistakes I’ve made…
…I’m fine, all guiltiness paid…
Feeling these three dots and its lows…
With relatable shade of shadows…
That, in itself, raises many eyebrows…
But, after the lows, come the highs – it shows –
As the wicked wind blows and gracious sun glows
Counted my toes countless times; inner-child smile grows…
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