“…For once a story is written, it’s true
Its lessons stain your skin like a tattoo.”
Author’s Note: The assignment was to write a Shakespearean sonnet poem, meaning 14 lines, with 10 syllables per line. I was told others had written their poems about their love for their significant other, their passion for doughnuts, or even their hate for poetry itself. I wrote the only thing that came naturally to me 🙂
And just in case you can’t read the mess that is my handwriting, here it is in print 🙂
“I was born a writer inside my blood
For deep within my soul these words have slept
In my brain a story begins to bud
Begging to be heard, listened to, and kept.
The pen flies madly across the paper
Too many thoughts and not near enough time
Although my motivation may soon taper
It is no excuse; instead it is crime.
My character’s story will soon be heard
Their journey splattered across this…
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