The SpotA Poem by Apatheia
A blank canvas
Clean and bare Starts off raw, Nothing is there. I start to draw, Followed by a mistake. But on canvas It's hard to erase. I continue to work Around the bad spot. But again I mess up Or so I had thought. I take the small mistake And I work with the spot Instead of around it I thought I'd give it a shot It turned out great. I was really impressed. Especially since I was extremely stressed. But what I learned From that little dot Is that I need to learn To work with what I got. Yes, I have problems. Yes, I make mistakes. If I didn't I wouldn't be human. But instead I'd be fake. I'm learning to accept The things I wish were gone Because I can work around them Or just add on.
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