wrote a random sonnet during class.
Some days I walk with strength and speak with ease
Sometimes I feel a beauty matched by none,
No problems, only challenges to seize,
My grateful cheeks kissed by the glowing sun.
But other days, my soul feels washed with tears,
And my eyes heavy, weighted to the ground,
Not guided by my hopes, but by my fears,
In music’s place, a muffled, muddy sound.
Still, even when my days feel gray and bare,
The gentle sun obscured by clouds of dread,
I love each day to breathe the precious air,
To think the swirling thoughts within my head.
For, how, without some sadness or some strife,
Can I truly love this sweetly human life?
© 2011
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