In 9th grade we had a bunch of poetry assignments, which I really enjoyed. I got my rusty poetry gears turning, and most of the results were slightly more than OK. Yay.
Sonnet: Iambic Pentameter, ABAB BCBC DD form
I used to live so safe and calm right here
inside my cardboard box, brown paper fold
My life: routine, predictable, no fear.
But now I'm being called to become bold,
Break the pattern I have had of old
Embark into the wilderness, chill void
Into the dark, the wild ocean rolled
However, I have been given a choice.
The path of least resistance has a voice
Beseeching me to safely stay at home
But the dangerous stormy wilds rejoice
With awful joy I long to call my own.
The choice to stay: my fearful soul is prone
To want to choose the wide safe-seeming way
But all my life I'll rue it if I don't
Snatch that glorious chance this fateful day.
Jump now or else I'mm change my frightened mind,
Spread newfound wings and leap into the night.
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