Emily Rae Robles

the paradoxymoron

A Sonnet for All Writers

A girl without a dream, but with a heart
Lives in the midst of sadness far and wide
But lends her soul to giving love a start
And finding purpose as her goals collide.

Her words flow swiftly from her broken pen
Through fondly recollected memories
And thoughts re-thought until they die again
And are reborn into minute stories.

Until the day that darkness dies away,
Until the day that shadows fade from view,
Until the day that light is here to stay,
She wields her pen for all that’s good and true.

In all the words that form her smiling soul
Lies something, somewhere, that makes others whole.

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March 1, 2011 - Posted by | poetry, writings

2 Comments »

  1. That is beautiful, and it reads like the lyrics of a song… Have you put it to music?

    Comment by Rachel Morgan | March 8, 2011 | Reply

    • I wish I could! Unfortunately, my musical abilities do not extend to composition. Feel free to try! ;P

      Comment by emilyrae | March 8, 2011 | Reply


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