D-I-S.
DIS.

A little verb
With a big attitude
Pre-fixed down its sleeve.
Reminds me of the DISposition I have now
As I DIS the covers to DIScover Truth
From fact and fiction conceived.

The blinding Light overshadows me
As I squint in partial DISbelief.
I embody a precious diamond?
Light speaks of my exquisite formation
Spanning time over time, under intense pressure
Now hard enough to resist the scratch
Of mismatched agendas
Yet soft-hearted enough to absorb Light's touch
And without losing intensity
Emit the same.

That being said...I must now DIS
Self-sacrifice DISguised as self-love
Finding greater worth when the needle is below "E"
Now cheerfully giving after carefully DIScerning
The value of the givee and their ability
To recognize precious gems in this world.
For no diamonds are cast to the feet of those
Unworthy of pearls.

I DIS the DIStractions peeping my hold card
(I wasn't watching the board and got cut).
But I now regain focus on the hand dealt
Deciding not to DISappoint the Dealer.
He felt that if I humbled myself
He would be healer
And DISregard all illogical past plays
Making this hand walk
In my favor.

I'll continue to welcome the bliss of DIS
As it evicts DISruptions to love, peace and joy.
How about you?
Recognize within yourself
And honestly pursue
Those places where a good DIS is long overdue.