People try to define me,
but I cannot be contained.
Indeed I am frequently found
when the limits are broken.
I create awe, surprise, and admiration,
for I am beautiful; a miracle.
Yet I also create fear,
for those who do not understand me hate me.
I love children best for with them,
I can be found anywhere.
I always joy in the brave,
for they are those who seek me out.
I sorrow for those who will never seek,
for truly I am a treasure.
I can be found even now,
but will you look in the dark or the light?
I wait with gifts; I am prepared for you.
Will you know me when you come?
Do you know me?
I am Wonder.
by Marissa
(Note sure when she wrote this, but probably some time in 2019-2020.)
