At One with the Sestine

This form of writing is so restrictive
That I can't get past the task of hiding
The free flowing verse I need to express.
Nonetheless, I still try to pass it by
As I lie to myself, tell myself
Maybe I can dare to refuse the new

Way to say every word and start anew
Without being daunted by restrictions,
Predicting failure by the dreading my
Mind anticipates, contemplates, hiding
From a challenge, to be a passerby;
Realizing the best thing is to express

Always, feelings needing to be expressed
And know it's alright to try something new
I have never seen or done before, by
Finding courage to stop all restrictions
Placed on my creative mind, not hiding
Talents I possess, to show the best my

Writing can be. How much it does need my
Nurturing side I so need to express.
From now on, I will not go on hiding
What I have to place on the page brand new,
To allow me freedom from restriction
Doing something before time passes by...

I plan to learn how to teach myself by
Deciding to be determined so my
Mind's alleviated, not restricted,
Remembering lovely words I've expressed
In times past, not limited to just new
Forms, but my norm of free-verse. I'll not hide

Again, or stand by and pretend to hide
Pride I feel, being able to live by,
Grow by, so I know I'll find the newest,
Best writing style, always showcasing my
Highest efforts; not failing; expressing
My heart's desire, choosing to restrict

The lack of expressed voice I had lived by,
Hid by, lied by, never tried by; I know
The trick! My fears I choose now to restrict!



Copyright 2008. Annie C.