Some people have an IT that they must face
A beast ahead or demon on the shoulder
For them the IT is writ in upper case.
I fear that many men hide every trace
Of tears and self in masks appearing bolder
Some people have an IT that they must face
And those who gaze transfixed at the sheer pace
Of life's descent to dust, to rust and moulder,
For them the IT is writ in upper case.
My beauty meets her monsters every place.
And though I'm often there to hug and hold her
My darling has an IT that she must face
She battles them with discipline and grace
And lives by dint of detail, file and folder
Each labelled by an IT in upper case.
Though time will always catch us in the chase
It's fear of living true that turns us colder
Some people have an IT that they must face
For them the IT is writ in upper case.
I decided to try the 'villanelle' form after reading 'One Art' by Elisabeth Bishop.
This is the first poem I've written.