Infinite, by Guest Poet Abby Jackson

“In this moment…I swear…we are infinite.” – The Perks of Being a Wallflower 

This was supposed to be our infinite 
Our one final cheer
Our infinite, imperfect, imbalanced, senior year
Infected
Impeded
Imbalanced
Unclear
Imprisoned, robbed of our last souvenir 
Enclosed by all of these in, im’s, and if’s 
Daunted by a future too near 
Saying goodbye to our insignificant senior year
Illusive 
Incomplete
Irreparable
Absentee
But infinite…That we never got to be

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2 Responses to Infinite, by Guest Poet Abby Jackson

  1. Shawna says:

    Abby, you made me cry. This is so powerful, real, and accurate. I hope you will take up poetry blogging like your mother. You are exceptionally gifted. You will have me as a daily reader if you do.

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