A Rarity

It's the rare moments

Fragmented and infrequent

Where lucidity flows in

Perspectives merge

And finally connect

And I see clearly now

Judgment no longer

Clouded, shrouded by outside noises

Biases cease

Other opinions are forever

Irrelevant, void

Because He wins

And he loses

I triumph and the world,

The world cannot say a damn thing

To bring me down.

I then realize

Impossibility is a limit that does not exist,

It does not have to.

Like the limit of 1/x if x=0,

It is not a viable choice.

I used to be a whiz at this

But now, I'm not sure if it's even correct

If it even makes any sense

So excuse me if I am wrong

All I know is...

Not much, maybe.

Except this, definitely

A box, or as a matter of fact

Anything meant to hold things,

Cannot contain my massive entity.

Actually, it will self-destruct

If it even thought

About holding me back.

The stars cannot compare to my beauty

Galaxies cannot begin to surpass my potential.

No, I may be small and weak at times

But do not be a fool

I am indestructible, unconquerable.

This universe is my playing field,

Although I am grounded

Here on Earth.

Possible, attainable, infinite

Are my birthright because

In these rare moments

During the quiet bliss

Where His will flows through me

And His strength makes my heart beat,

By Him and only through Him

I realize how blessed I truly am

And I cannot, for the life of me,

Continue in believing otherwise.

It will be a disservice

An injustice, a loss.

The alternative is a crime.

Living under the shackles

Of the thought

That I am not enough

I am not worthy.

No, I live for these moments

Where I am reminded of who I really am

And what I can achieve

With Him.