Sonnet XVII: Resurgence

30 Dec


How filled with joy, my soul begins again,
I breathe fresh air, walk proudly on my own,
tho’ still pondering life which could have been,
I shall gladly live a wandering roan;
leaving behind that sorrow yet to unfold,
I strive forth again to follow the sun,
and before I commit to sights untold,
I shall, in part, make mountains come undone;
with bold stride and spirit guide for my feet,
I shall reach the farthest edge of the sky,
‘ere I’ll call the wind, and beg that we meet,
so I may spread my wings again, and fly;
I grieve no more, and thus forsake anger,
rather, now I live, and breathe in languor.

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Posted by on December 30, 2015 in My Poetry



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