A Whackadoodle Poem: My First Sonnet

I'd been playing with words for a while, when one day I decided to try a sonnet. I was surprised at how much the structure freed up the creative mind to look for new connections. I became addicted.

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My First Sonnet

Welcome the hurts; they prove you are alive
and not simply numb from all you have felt.
Without some risks, our souls do not survive.
Still, the pain can leave an amazing welt.

We die in our sleep a little each night,
waking to ourselves only if we dare
to take all our moments and squeeze them tight
with no concern for a possible snare.

My life left me dead and dull for a time;
so much loss can be hard to bare alone.
It takes a new thought to challenge a rhyme;
and a new refrain to complete a tone.

So I welcome the joy you bring to me,
and welcome the fear that living must be.