Sonnet II - I’ll Be Fine
As summer passes into autumn flame,
I’m chilled as those words bury to my core,
I try to come to terms, I’m not to blame,
And settle back to what I was before.
I do what I know best - I turned to art,
And ponder on the hand that I’ve been dealt,
That should I let that cold embrace my heart,
A flake of ice would surely never melt.
Instead, I sit here grateful, and assured,
No good will come from hiding in the dark,
The weight of many things that I’ve endured,
Guides me towards a purposeful embark.
The life ahead of me gives off a shine
I know that all is well…and I’ll be fine.