Everything looking strange and fearful
Many giants grinning wickedly
Poking me with oversized fingers
All eyes on me, speaking of doom
“We’ll see what’ll become of you.”
I cried
Bruises and blood on the right knee
Profits of a friendly football match
Strokes and strokes on my bare back
Profits of thinking like an adult
Sharp salt on my smarting injury
I cried
Grades less than my potential
Pursuing a career, void of zeal
My future looking so bleak and obscure
Knowing I’m much better than this
Pre-requisites of an impending doom
I cried
Loss of audience and many followers
Aftermath of a courtship turned sour
Gripped, distressed and torn apart
Sentenced even without a hearing
Why wouldn’t people simply understand
I cried
But I’ve learnt lessons from all these
You are not the mistakes you’ve made
The beginning is not the end
What counts is God’s perspective of you
A world of possibilities
I’ll smile
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