I cast my eyes forward watching and waiting with great anticipation.
What by chance do I see waiting and watching on the edge of the precipice?
Do I see hope on the horizon, faith in myself, or disaster looming ahead?
It all depends on my point of view how comfortable I feel in my skin.
Thinking positively I see help, support, and advice.
Thinking negatively will lead me to feeling exposed, vulnerable, and protective.
Will I let down my barriers and allow goodness to pour forth?
Like wine, songs, and poetry enjoyed on a dark night with the moon looming above.
I hope to conquer my fears and rise up to my challenges.
Instead of cowering into the mysterious passages of my mind.
Every soul carries a mystery and misery to their name and sometimes it’s revealed or hidden for all of time.
I must learn that my heart is still intact even while the words spew forth, like a geyser emptying its contents from the earth.
It is here where I sit, my mind contemplating, then upright and pacing my heart racing.
This newness, this peacefulness, this soul’s rebirth.
This is my attempt at a sonnet, for my Writing 201 Poetry. I pray that this poem won’t have Shakespeare rolling over in his grave with discontent. The prompt is future, the form is sonnet, and the device is chiasmus.
