Sonnet 2, Never Again
an English / Shakespearean sonnet
I scarce can think on days that bore your name.
I pulled the vine of you, the weeds from skin —
of you; the dried, the dead, the crazed, insane,
the haunting dreams of evils and of sin.
Promise myself each day — never again!
I lift my face, wash out my eyes, and grow
a little stronger, miles and days between —
some things my children never need to know.
Do they remember the sadness in our eyes,
or brilliant colors of Birthday balloons?
Trips to the park or family movie night,
or hiding in the closet of their room?
I can’t go back and take away their pain,
but I can choose to love and live again.
Christina Ward 🌼 is a poet and nature writer from North Carolina. She is working on her first chapbook of poetry. You can follow her poetry on Fiddleheads & Floss Poetry.
