I am infinite
I am a well of possibilities
I am neither my beginning nor my end, but still
I am infinite
Death will come one day and I shall not be afraid,
because, though I die, I shall rise again.
I am infinite!
An endless flow of grace
You can not measure me with the scale of the world
I refuse to be confined to that which will not help me grow.
Why fit the mold when you can break free from it?
You cannot hold me like you would your chains-
(I slip, I shatter, I rise again.)
I do not belong to this world
Rather, I am not of it
I live on borrowed time, but still
I am infinite
I will not die the way common folk do-
My bones may break, but I'll rise anew.
When I walk, it will not be without purpose,
Each step a storm, each path scratched in verses.
When I talk, it will not be hopeless,
My words will rise, unbound and fearless.
For the world will never understand what I say
but I will hold on to this thought, this mantra
this reminder, this definer...that
I AM INFINITE
-Wendy-
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From The Inside
PoetryA collection of a few, simple poems that i started writing a few years ago and some recent ones as well. "From The Inside ," is about my life stories and experiences in poetry form and what takes places inside my heart and mind.
