Elizabeth Wesley Poet Sonnet

Adversity

How cautious I was while going my way,
When adversity upon me was thrust;
Words spoken in my ear to stay,
With evil thoughts to break my trust.
But you who trifle with my heart,
I once loved but now cause such grief;
For when the pain that tears apart,
Is now the soul for each reckless thief.
Now all these things need be confessed,
To bring conclusion to this affair;
To rid the soul of its forlorn unrest;
And ease the pain that lingers there.
For even if I go my way I fear,
My thwarted heart would shed a tear.

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Justin Bordner June 12, 2013 at 2:14 PM Great introspective literature Lizzie - being pushed onto new paths can be so startling, so disabusing - as always my friend, I love the maturity to your work - J.A.B. %

Keith Bickerstaffe June 23, 2012 at 8:44 PM Words once spoken with cruelty can never really be forgotten. It seems that with this verse you have come to terms with the cruelty, and are even able to forgive... a testament to your compassion and strength of character, (if I read you correctly!) Well done, Elizabeth!! Love, Keith :)

John Aaron Green December 13, 2011 at 5:35 PM this is a emotional poem,,,kind of feel this this month,,,but i know heaven will shower my soul,,,and faith will rise out of all ashes...thanks elizabeth,,god sure made you different than other poets....;)

Robert A. Dufresne November 23, 2011 at 7:38 AM Adversity ...forgt about that word. Hven't been inspired for a while but that word did it. Thanks. a Good poem explaining much. I'll give you credit when I write the poem. . :)

Robert Johnson August 3, 2011 at 6:33 PM Ahh, the heart, it flies so low. Love wispers gently as harsh winds blow. We wake to find time didn't stand still. And what we want was not their will. So tomorrow is today again. We're left with only ink in pen. To heal the sadness in our souls. The hardened ashes are now lifes coals.

Steven Cooke July 25, 2011 at 3:17 PM love the emotion. another cracker

Sidney Hall Mad Poet July 21, 2011 at 7:11 PM I'm not worth it girl. Don't feel bad. I'm used goods. Hehehe!! I love this poem full of emotions.

Zzzzz Zzzzz July 21, 2011 at 9:48 AM This poem has a liberating feel to it. It is sad, for sure, but it shows resolve also. Well done. Love, Robert.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 20, 2011 at 12:08 PM emotional piece elizabeth .. luv the to rid the soul of forlorn unrest.. brilliant beauty ..luv..

Judy Ball July 20, 2011 at 9:56 AM You know I've come to find that there is a beginning and an ending for everything but when one door shuts another opens. That means that endings are not really and END but a BEGINNING of something new and BETTER. Sometimes there are tears but it's good because they wash things clean. Great job here. God Bless, JB