We hold true to our convictions
as determined through belief.
We deny our contradictions
as would worry us to grief.
.
We deliver our devotions
with dedicated verve.
We limit our emotions
with bundles in reserve.
.
We prize with admiration
every skerrick of our soul.
We lack the dedication
to surrender our control.
.
Through trust our faith is born;
make not ‘must’ that it be sworn.
.
© Tim Grace (WS-Sonnet 66: line 4) April 2011
(Revised: 10 November 2022)
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
Fantastic poem! Great work