Impossible is not a limit,

But merely a word.

Impossible descibes the way

Things were always done before.

No one like me has there been

Throughout times of old.

No one my actions can predict.

I’m breaking the mold.

My dreams into realities

By the palm of my hand

And the sweat of my brow.

The impossible I can.


About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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3 Responses to Impossible

  1. Jingle says:

    keep it up…
    always enjoyed your poetry.


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