In times when I feel the world caving in from all the wrong corners, I remind myself that the end is ever present. 

I remind myself that while death yet follows, life disappears further into the distance. 

I remind myself that I may whine and weep, complain that the world is unjust and its people all too cruel. Or I could not. 

There is a world where I never give a single complaint about the way in which I am treated. In this world I live free of the shackles they built to contain me. Never once, do I offer them the satisfaction of reaction. 

There is a world where I learn to step forth, hoisting my colors as I heave my head high. In this world I waste no breath on words that promise only doubt upon my spirit. Fiercely, I shout my name proud as I carve it deep into the silent night. 

There is a world, where I learn to take aim. In this world, I lift my burdens high atop my shoulders, as my sight settles upon the cosmos. Free of all my uncertainty, I thrust with a might I have only ever found in my dreams. Letting them loose, like a spear, screaming across the heavens.

In this world, only two things would exist. That which has already happened, and that which I will do next. In this world I move from out the looming shadows, becoming one who calms raging tides. 

For trees can’t grow where the sun doesn’t shine, and the rain never falls where the clouds cannot see. 

There is a world where I am free, unbound and outstretched. 

In this world…

I am me.