cobalt kraken
In shadows cast by pixel glow,
A question forms, a seed to sow,
A tender thought, a brave new quest:
"How can I find what I do best?"
A boy of seventeen, unsure,
Whose heart has known but little cure,
He ponders long, his eyes a glaze,
And thinks of compliments to raise.
For words of praise are far and few,
His self-esteem, a battered hue,
He peers through screens of tinted glass,
Yet cannot see his own true class.
In quiet hours, when all is still,
His thoughts return to that sweet thrill,
Of compliments, a gracious balm,
To heal a soul that craves for calm.
He starts within, where roots run deep,
And finds the gems he longed to keep,
His kindness, like a whispered breeze,
A gentle touch, that seeks to please.
His creativity, a fire,
Which leaps and dances, never tires,
A vivid blaze, it molds and shapes,
And in its glow, a dream escapes.
His strength of will, a quiet force,
A patient river, running course,
Though doubts may cloud and fears may rise,
Resilience gleams within his eyes.
The laughter he so freely shares,
To lighten hearts, to show he cares,
A melody that floats and sings,
A joyous dance on golden wings.
And now he sees, this teenage soul,
That compliments can make one whole,
The words of praise, once locked away,
Now bloom and flourish, bright as day.
To answer now, what he would say,
If he could compliment himself today,
"I'm kind, creative, strong and free,
In laughter's light, I find the me."
With newfound strength, he breaks the chains,
Of doubt that once consumed his veins,
A journey starts, to love and heal,
The boy who learned to see what's real.
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