Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2017
In our lifetime, we have regrets.
Those are the things that we want to forget.
Truth be told, certain damages have been made that nothing in this world can change it,
No one and anything could mend it as if nothing really happened to be honest.
We all know that, we know that very well.
He knows it too well.

Once you have given the chance to live,
Live it out to the fullest more than life could really give.
Cliché as it may seem but never count the days,
Make each day count for real.
We will never know when He’s going to take it back,
So before it’s too late, let’s be sure how to get our knees on track.
Bend it if that will help to endure the pain,
Stretch it if that will ease the pain.
Pain within or beneath,
Death could cause either of both ways.

There could be times that we might think of it as the easiest way to escape,
But in reality, it could only make us suffer as we try to conceal it.
Ironic but as some of us think of it as gateway,
Some are indisputably afraid of what it could bring to one’s stay here.
Lots of people too are finding it hard to accept death as it should be,
But we can always have it the other way around, perchance.
We call it being infinite despite our limits,
In this realm which probably has given us predestined deadlines.

But one should take note that nothing could be really permanent with one’s temperament,
Nevertheless, we could always have the choice to outcast our shadows as we live.
We just have to believe,
And nothing but only believe.
Believe that anyone of us could be infinite,
And we can only do that as long as we recognize its paradoxical relationship with the so called ending, death.

Each and every one would be facing death when it found its impeccable way to end,
But if we believe that we can be more of what we are actually could be and did something that we won’t regret,
Then there is nothing greater than what we have come to be from the very first minute of our life until death.
Despite knowing that nothing in this world would really last,
Infinity is within every one of us and that’s for a fact.

As long as we live disregarding the thought that death could anytime hit us,
We can be and do anything as if death wouldn’t find its way to beat us.
Moreover, overcoming regrets would be seamless,
And nothing or anyone could trip us.
To live as if you will die tomorrow,
And learn as if you will live forever.
This is the paradox of life,
Death and infinite could be both fulfilled once we find our own understanding of serenity.
In peace, our hearts will be pleased,
What is more, He will be glad to witness it.
Amelia Robin
Written by
Amelia Robin  medium.com/@ameliarobinn
(medium.com/@ameliarobinn)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems