All my life I have gone my own way.
It’s a lonely path filled with traps
and dangers but also joy.
Because ever-present
in times of sorrow,
in times of strength,
self-respect
dwells in
me.
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All my life I have gone my own way.
It’s a lonely path filled with traps
and dangers but also joy.
Because ever-present
in times of sorrow,
in times of strength,
self-respect
dwells in
me.
I love the confidence displayed in this poem, awesome!
I appreciate the conversational ease you brought to the nonet! Crisp!
I really resonated with this one. And this was a very hard form to make look easy… I’ve tried! But this was very smoothly done.