Infinity And Beyond










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#11 in my Phobia Series. A poem about 'athazagoraphobia', hope for tomorrow and seeking comfort in your world of make-believe. Thank you for reading. <3

Infinity And Beyond

My parents told me that I would never amount to anything. So I wrote a poem to try(?) to prove them wrong. I hope they'll see it one day. Thank you. <3

A T H A Z A G O R A P H O B I A is the fear of being forgotten. I took this as being forgotten in the present, so searching for a future.

Through her veins

Through her veins ran the blood of the earth

Through her veins ran the blood of the earth and her spirit hearkened

Through her veins ran the blood of the earth and her spirit hearkened to the happenings of life.

Yet she turned away from all this

Yet she turned away from all this and instead,

Yet she turned away from all this and instead, sought solace in characters,

Yet she turned away from all this and instead, sought solace in characters, many bold and italicised;

Yet she turned away from all this and instead, sought solace in characters, many bold and italicised; she knew she was never enough.

She trod softly upon

She trod softly upon shallow waters,

She trod softly upon shallow waters, profoundly veiled from others,

She trod softly upon shallow waters, profoundly veiled from others, but loving them

She trod softly upon shallow waters, profoundly veiled from others, but loving them like the sea loves the shore.

I like to think,

I like to think, sweetheart,

I like to think, sweetheart, that everywhere you went,

I like to think, sweetheart, that everywhere you went, you put miles

I like to think, sweetheart, that everywhere you went, you put miles and yards

I like to think, sweetheart, that everywhere you went, you put miles and yards and days behind you

I like to think, sweetheart, that everywhere you went, you put miles and yards and days behind you searching for the infinity you yearned for

and dreaming

and dreaming of a better tomorrow.

My interpretation of this is finding comfort in a world of words that you create and hope that you can improve your life with them. I'm interested to hear yours. :) <3

"Poetry comes from the little pockets of time in which you wish to escape." Iqra.

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