I was assigned to write a sonnet for my Heroes Literature class and chose to share what the out come was. I hope you enjoy it(:
My Imperfections Compose My Composure (Sonnet one);
A blank Canvas collides with my brush
A masterpiece must start with a single stroke
The brush wonderfully composes leaving me with a rush
I have an eccentric imagination, I am of the Art folk
Can I, too, be beautifully crafted into a work of art?
Creativity, God, and I flowing in and out
Together forever and never to part
With all my imperfections, taunting does flout
A mirror, broken and distorted, show me my image
Once more I beg God show me your life
Hating my reflection, leaves my body to disgrace of damage
Walking, living, breathing I have to survive
I can be, truly both things he has made me to be
Both an Artist and beautiful masterpiece
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