I found a place to simply be
And selfishly made time for me
Within the realm of Quietly
Allowed my soul to wander free
Therein I found a sense of self
Between the tomes upon the shelf
In understanding what I felt
Finally learning how to melt
Allow the new day to pour through
And flush away all shades of blue
To none other I owe no due
And to oneself I must be true
From now my heart sings this one song
To no one else do I belong
Tag: sonnet
sonnet – transience
What does it mean to begin and to end?
To ken the truth behind finality?
Perhaps to know is to better amend
and allow oneself certain clarity.
We measure our lives in the breadth of day
and from the drawing of first and last breath.
Or measure in moments near and away,
or within happiness, sadness, and wrath.
Regardless, time flows onward like a stream,
into the future, creating a past.
Remember that this will seem like a dream
and that nothing good or bad ever lasts.
Value the moment for what it can be.
Or plow through hardship and someday be free.
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