From deep within, all of our souls begin,
With unweighted steps from the shallow breaths,
Of every race our young hope was to win,
Against any of the James, Marys or Beths.
From deep inside, we try so hard to hide
All the insecurities we suppressed.
In every person we hope to confide
In how we are exterior obsessed,
From deep inward, all the steps we have heard,
From all the mentors we once could have known,
Tweet just a beat louder than the blue bird.
Right here is where all of our fear has grown.
After passing over the peak of mirth,
We sit humble again for our rebirth
A sonnet, which as admittedly a very tight structure, but I enjoyed the framework for exploring a cyclical theme. The idea isnt even necessarily for spiritual rebirth. Each stanza is a developmental stage of life, getting older, but still starting at the bottom of the social ladder and working up until you climb out into the bottom of another one.
