It is always when we feel nothing
That we find it in ourselves to go on.
When we have no past, no life, no future--
That we can't just go and be gone.
Yet in those times of hopeless bliss,
We have no need to stay and be;
We feel the splendor of nothingness
Before we know, "This isn't me."
Those times aren't over, there's more to come;
But we know what we have--
What we have done,
And that we can fight back, we can overcome.
And we can say, with resolute valor,
"I'm not done yet, because this is ME."
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Some of My More Random Thoughts
PoetryWith this, I wanted to take a simple idea, some little word or phrase perhaps, and turn that thought into something with beauty and meaning. It doesn't always rhyme but sometimes, it doesn't have to. It's the words themselves that carry the weight.
