Resolve

A Sonnet of Resolve

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Resolve

I shall not lose myself in my resolve
For I have wakened much from deep within
There is no choice we all must give to solve
Or suffer greatly from what wrongly sins

Our reasons are not chosen often sent
By our own family and our dear friends
We may again bend knee and ask repent
As fears will surface and new times will trend

Are these the voices that we hear inside
Or are they memories of days long gone
We can go on or we can try to hide
It’s our own destiny must judge us wrong

We who are filled with desire and of want
Let us now count our blessings and move on.

— WOLRAD

(A sonnet from the Wolrad collection #27)