Sonnets...
(3 of 101 to be)

Ever Onward

Shall I now forsake this road of freedom
No more to wander, sing, or truly play?
Return to where my struggle to Become
Dissolves as I accept what others say?
There are those who doubt the souls' song
For fear of darkness choose dark guised as light.
The rhythm in my heart beats proud and strong
No shadow cast compares, nor any fright!
They laugh at me and question My desires!
They say, "Such hopes are nurtured in death's womb."
Forsake the road to which my heart aspires
Or likely first the road will be my doom.
Mayhap the road to dreaming high consumes.
For me, my journey Ever On resumes.

At My Poor Wits End!

I often ponder, at my poor wit's end
Why God 'gainst sanity created man!
What likened sort would rather break than bend?!
For Fear of comprimise, all reason ban.
If I say "East," my husband Westward goes,
However harshly asked or kindly told.
If a simply task I ask, Heaven Knows,
That Follow through is greater prized than gold!
And Yet... So fierce! When riggid reason rests-
Is Love, and true affection for my mate;
The other, who, against all said protests-
Is perfect. That, no logic may debate.
I know not why Love Sins in sanity,
But well I love he who confuses me.

Which Way Folly?

Barren strands of heat and sand stretch forth-
And bid me pause in Reinvention's wake.
A compass once so fiercely pointed north,
But now, alone, I find I southward make.
Am I running from my soul to save my heart,
Or rather am I seeking that yet found?
Escaping from the pain of half a start,
Or sighting simply soul-sought surer ground?
Navigation's fool am I, most ailed
And time alone grants truth in purest form.
If "lessons learned" is life's pursuit, I sailed
And sail again to face a calmer storm.
I wonder now which rules me: Hope or Fear?
Do I follow folly far or near?

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