Finite

He was the everything to her nothing

The exquisite joy to her unbearable pain

The blinding light to her oppressive gloom

The infinity to her fallible mortality

The ecstasy of life to her eternal death

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Author: Poets and Prose

I've suffered from depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem for many years. When my son was diagnosed with Autism, my depression took a turn for the worse. At the age of 39, I've opened up a new lease on life by learning to love myself and finding positive ways to cope with life's difficulties through blogging, fitness, photography, writing, and the arts. This is just one personal journey of healing and finding oneself.

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