Challenge Yourself
By Fox-Trot-9
29: The Artist's Creed
(Sonnet)
I cannot help but think I'm born to live and die
The death of days spent in familial enmity,
Forged in the coals of hatred, growing in the eye
Of motherly exasperation, fatherly
Suspicion and prejudgement, and the brooding son
Condemned with his first breath to wane in apathy,
Condemned to lift a cross too heavy for someone
Too caring and too soft t' endure this agony!
And yet I persevere, transforming every smart
Into the grand illusions of immortal art,
Filling this empty cup of death with living hope,
Something that breathes the living breath of loving themes,
Something that can expand the bounds of human scope
And still inspires this soul to hold onto its dreams.
(To be continued...)
A/N: Hey there, folks... This is yet another sonnet that I just wrote on the fly... It's more hopeful, and I think it also speaks to the power of art to transform pain into something beautiful... Hope you enjoyed reading this... ( ^_^ )
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Challenge Yourself
PoetryGenres: Poetry. Summary: This latest poetry collection will chronicle whatever poetry contest or poetry writing challenge or inspirational moment I undertake. I need to get back into the poetic disposition, and this collection will help me do that...
