Emile Pinet Poet Sonnet

I Wish I Had Wings

When depression deepens within my soul,
life's fabric unravels at its edges.
And a part of me is ripped from the whole:
I'm not brave, as my ego alleges.

I've felt the despair of a lonely heart;
atrophied within a bubble of hope.
And yet, I still resist pressing restart,
even though it is a struggle to cope.

I stock the fringes of fantasy dreams;
armed with Cupid's bow, I aim toward love.
And deaf to reality's silent screams;
I let blind faith steer a course from above.

I harbor doubts love will ever find me:
and sometimes, I wish I had wings to flee.

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Sam Kauffman October 1, 2020 at 12:22 PM Congratulations on your win Emile! You weave such a relatable story in your sonnet but I love your vision of hope in the last line of the couplet - "soon enough those fickle doubts flee." All the best my friend! Emile Pinet October 1, 2020 at 12:51 PM Thanks Sam, I appreciate your support and encouragement my friend, Emile.

John Hamilton August 28, 2020 at 7:53 PM Another masterful write Emile, you always seem to find a way to touch the emotions and I can relate! Emile Pinet August 29, 2020 at 6:49 AM Thanks John, I appreciate all that you do for me my friend, Emile.

Jan Allison August 28, 2020 at 10:34 AM what sad imagery Emile, I dont suffer from depression but have had sleep issues since hubby had his cancer surgery - love the uplifting ending to your sonnet... there is always hope:-) hugs jan xx Emile Pinet August 28, 2020 at 11:39 AM Thanks Jan, hope is the fuel that motivates love to bloom my friend, Emile.