Confidence

From fear to confidence.

I used to march without a sense of pride
And never held myself with high esteem.
Appeasing everybody else’s dream,
I’d lose the battle fighting for their side.
I was a soldier, blank and hazy-eyed.
My heart would stop and start and wait and scream
Because the fight would not ignite a beam
And leave me dark - a fight with strength denied.

But now, I’ll bid that weak design adieu.
Remove the shield that reaches from the past
And let my heart be stabbed with Wisdom’s dagger.
I now must run with strength in every shoe
And fight so that my will is not the last.
I’ll redefine what it means to have “swagger.”

Author's Note

A sonnet I wrote back in 2009 - you know, the whole community college English class days and such. Tapping into my inner Milton.

Reviews

[Gracie G]

I'm honestly impressed just in the fact that you wrote a sonnet. Not a very popular form anymore. The poem is very nice though. I really like the feeling you get across.

[Trevor Jay Bloodworth]

Wonderful! I loved it! Sonnets are WAY more expressive than people realize. Good work, my friend!