Sonnet
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Nothing like some nostalgia… my affliction. But also blessing. And this is what I try to say in this poem, to explore this dual-nature of looking back at past memories. We are often told to let go of the past, and for good reason I believe. We shouldn’t cling to what has left us, particularly
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Should greatness be the aim, or simplicity? Are the two mutually exclusive or can they go hand-in-hand? I guess it all comes down to defining what they are, which begs the question about what definition are we going to adhere to. For me personally, and it’s what I explore in the poem, greatness links with
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The confusion, the anger rages deep. And as I feel it rising to the brim I envision, plan, and refuse to weep. I pray that this isn’t merely a whim. I stand at the precipice – fly or fall. Or can I turn and leave, back to comfort? The thought crushes me, not meeting the
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