Sonnet as My Compass

Sonnet in which I get off my high horse and come back to my senses.

Sonnet as My Compass


The sonnet hits the texture of the page.
It pushes past the blockage in my soul,
courageous in the presence of my rage,
defiant in the face of my control.
I warn you, Sonnet -- leave me where I stand!
Expression is a thing I won't allow
within the busy schedule that I've planned.
I wasn't meant to feel these feelings now...
You've set me off! You're stirred the very core
that gives me every reason to exist.
An avalanche too haughty to ignore,
you move me to embrace what I resist.
Oh, Sonnet, you return my inner drive.
You show me what it is to be alive!