The Poet’s Sonnet
A voice that rises,
breaking through the wall,
?Revealing depths of what I longed for.
For in this quest,
my truth is forged anew,?
A poet’s soul, forever born anew.
Each word a step, each line a shedding tear,
My voice emerges, trembling yet sincere,
I set my feet on paths both rough and wide,
I confront my bones,
Refusing to be shackled by the vast.
For every fall is fuel to rise again,
My pen became my pulse, my breath, my fight—
It carved confession out of trembling bone.
Each line a way to teach my soul to fly.
A thunder rolling from the page to sky.
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