Tralala,
over the moon,
for no particular reason,
but Shalala,
I'm in a rainbow mood.

I wrote really bad poetry today,
and my friend is sick,
and and and I'm followed by shadowwhispers of insecurity,
but I'm trying,
so I'm happy.

I'm at peace with Him,
Amazed, filled with mercy,
and yeah, God.
Here I am Lord, Send Me.

I used to be her-
you know- her-
and I am her-
just now her-
has changed.
Caterpillar, butterfly.

Shalala,
is this because of Sunday?
Where I sang my second-ever-solo in church?
No.
But I did.
Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday or today?

No.
Because I have made it through almost 13 years of my life.
I'm blessed.
(Even though I think we've missed the point of the prayer of Jabez)