I do know that this is just not the way

That I wish to feel on any such day.

My heart does warm at just the thought of you

Though I still don't know what to say or do.

Instead, I quietly move through my life

Dwelling in self-imposed anguish, in strife.

It is not the way that I want to feel

With thoughts so obscure, yet so very real.

All I want is to share all that I am,

This I can do, this love, I know I can.

When will that day come, finally arrive?

When can I feel as if I am alive?

This is just not the way I want to be,

Remembered, or renowned, for all to see.

01/22/2007

Author's Note: A friend likes sonnets.

Posted on 01/22/2007
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