Delving into various forms of writing is always a joy. As I challenge myself through the many forms of poetry, writing some prose, even jotting down dialogue to replay later I find that at times it is difficult, but can be so rewarding. For this piece entitled 9 Months, I decided to write a sonnet. Sonnets can be written simply, but hold extreme weight and incredible meaning. Here is a small sonnet for April.
It is as if she hears double
Twice the movement and the breathe
With overgrown shirts she creates and appearance so subtle
While core emotions create puddles of death
Social stigma and glares are fear inspiring
The look of her mother’s face is one unsure
She release a breathe of one tiring
With a secret burning her very core
The months continue to progress and her ankles swell
Tight lipped and tired she rests
Escaping into a world where her thoughts roam and dwell
Of future strengths there are sure to be tests
Unclothed she walks into a room of family eyes glaring at what’s below
Six months of growing secrets aglow