Emily Beck

Infinity Is Like Knowing Where To Break A Line - Poem by Emily Beck

And on that day I stood before a musty mirror, staring at a face I've hardly seen, searching my insides for an image of my own future. Attempting to pull this fabrication from my mind, and alas, the conjured image has not changed as I stared at myself a top a mountain in the forest with sun, flowers, birds and such life; my knowledge swelling around me like a tidal wave of despair. I stood alone.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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