What Would I Do If I Knew I Would Not Fail? I Would—(No, I Already Did) #WriteAPageADay #850

(A Disrupted Soliloquy of Infinite Becoming)

I would—
(No, I already did)
I built cathedrals in the wind,
stacked syllables into bridges,
ran barefoot on the spines of books that had never been written.

I unzipped gravity, let my bones float
into the mouth of a star that swallowed doubt whole,
painted the sky with theories no one dared to test.
I snapped the leash off time,
wrote history backward, forward, sideways—
so it would forget to bind me.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Whisper equations into stone,
watch them bloom into machines that made silence sing.
I would unname every fear,
replace them with colors never seen,
rearrange constellations to spell my name,
just because I could.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Eat the sun,
exhale light in languages the wind never spoke.
I would sculpt oceans out of my reflection,
stand at the edge of infinity and laugh
because nothing was ever out of reach.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Dream in dimensions that physics forbids,
let my heart become a factory of second chances,
breathe in failure and exhale galaxies.
I would be the echo before the voice,
the ripple before the stone,
the revolution before the war.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Pull the horizon closer,
fold it like origami into a paper boat,
sail into the tomorrow that fear said was impossible—
and return with a pocket full of never-befores.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Write this poem,
set it free,
watch it crawl into the cracks of hesitation—
where it would take root,
where it would bloom.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Let silence be my witness,
build a monument of unfinished thoughts,
etching every hesitation into its bones,
so that even uncertainty had a place to rest.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Burn the maps that dictated limits,
redraw the borders of reality with ink made from midnight confessions.
I would let my hands be the architects of wonder,
my breath, the wind that carries lost dreams home.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Listen to the whispers of the forgotten,
stitch their words into my skin,
so I would never forget
that everything impossible
was once just an idea waiting to be believed in.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Stand at the crossroads of doubt and defiance,
build a staircase into the sky
just to prove that heights were never the enemy.
I would unravel the myths of failure,
restring them into ballads of persistence.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Dance with the ghosts of roads not taken,
spin until they faded into dust,
until my footsteps rewrote their endings.
I would sculpt my fears into statues,
then watch them crumble under the weight of audacity.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Steal fire from the gods,
not to hoard, but to share,
to light the paths of those still trapped in the night of hesitation.
I would turn every locked door into an open sky,
every dead end into a beginning.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Catch raindrops in my hands,
turn them into ink,
write the story of a world where failure was just another shade of courage.
I would carve my name into the marrow of time,
not to be remembered,
but to remind myself
that I was here,
that I tried,
that I burned,
that I rose.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Unlearn the language of limitation,
rewrite every "can't" into a "why not?"
I would braid the stars into my hair,
walk into the unknown,
barefoot, fearless,
knowing that every misstep
was just another way forward.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Gather the echoes of a thousand unspoken dreams,
let them rise like a symphony,
let them shatter the silence that told us to stay small.
I would forge a world out of defiance,
a kingdom where failure was just
the first draft of something magnificent.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Take every "no" ever given to me,
melt them down into ink,
write my manifesto on the bones of doubt.
I would sculpt wings out of second chances,
launch myself beyond the gravity of fear.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Let my heartbeat be the drum that calls the hesitant forward,
let my breath be the wind that lifts the fallen.
I would crack open the night,
pour daylight into every forgotten corner.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Live so loudly that even the quiet places in my soul would tremble.
I would try,
and fail,
and try,
and fail,
and try,
until even failure became just another word for flight.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Build ladders from broken promises,
turn scars into blueprints for something better.
I would stitch courage into the lining of my skin,
so that every step forward
felt like a rebellion against the idea of giving up.

I would—
(No, I already did)
Reach into the future,
pull it closer,
tell it I was ready.
Tell it—
I had already begun.

#Poetry #WhatIf #NoFear #Limitless #PoetryOfDefiance #BreakTheMold #FailForward #ReimagineReality #FearlessLiving #InfiniteBecoming