“Springeth me from my box of winter blues, that I might fulfill the measure of my creation!”
Perchance a tad dramatic, yet tis time to embrace a new and more complete way of being in the world.
Anything else is so yesterday.
Sonnet XIII … A New Way of Being
To break out of one’s box, if truth be told,
Is not for faint of heart consumed with fear.
One must desire change; one must be bold
For new and wondrous blessings to appear.
And to this end one day did I aspire,
Embarking on a journey from my slump.
And from my ember rose into a fire
Where I didst gladly test myself, and jump.
With wings of Pegasus o’er course I flew
As heart didst bound with each and every stride.
And burning fire from timid ember grew
Til I no longer could my spirit hide.
Hence when into my box for rest I leapt
My heart no longer faint thus soundly slept.
See you anon in Poet’s Paddock!
Shakespeare “The Equine”
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