Defiant

A Year of Sonnets — 007/365

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Forgive me if I cannot find the light
to mask my grief, the strength to hold my head
up high enough to give the world a fight
they remember well; my spirit led
me back to quiet melancholy ways
remembering the stars that faded fast,
diminishing to naught, the brighter days
illuminating even our dark past.

Forgive me if I fall when life insists
on breaking me into some lesser thing;
I will reclaim myself, though grief persists
in tarnishing the hope the future brings.

But I will rise again, you needn’t doubt
my feet: although I falter, I am stout.