A Series of Infinite Maybes.
A poem
In the realm of infinite maybes, I reside,
A tapestry of uncertainties, where dreams coincide.
Maybe happiness beckons if chances I embrace,
Allowing people into my world with grace.
Maybe, had I departed from that toxic bond,
I would have spared myself anguish, and moved beyond.
Maybe kindness bestowed upon unworthy souls,
Should have been reserved for hearts that made me whole.
Maybe I should have walked away from the pain,
Released the burdens that left scars, like rain.
To heal the wounds that burdened my weary soul,
Alone, I treaded, seeking to be whole.
Maybe silence shouldn’t be my constant friend,
For in the company of others, joys ascend.
And maybe, just maybe, I deserve respite,
To grant myself solace, to reclaim my light.
Maybe it’s time to rediscover self-love’s flame,
To bathe in its warmth, to relinquish all shame.
For in this intricate tapestry, I understand,
The sum of these maybes shapes who I am.
I got this idea after reading an article written by my friend. He wrote, “I am a series of infinite maybes,” and I found it beautiful. That inspired me to create this poem, so I want to thank him for the idea!
