*In Petrarchan Sonnet Form

Here I am, still meandering without wary,

Finding my way to my destination

I have come to stops, wondering my ambition

Asking myself, "Am I ordinary?"

There have been times life leaves me in fury

It takes all I have, leaving me no option,

But a spark of hope blurts my imagination

As I pull myself out from the grave of misery.

There are scars carved deeply into my heart

There are bruises on my skin when I fall

There are triumph victories not given for free

Nothing can keep me down, as an end is just a start

My ups and my downs, I love them all,

Myself, my youth, and the life given to me.

29th September 2017