A Poem by Brenden Taylor

From fear to confidence.

I used to march without a sense of pride
And never held myself with high esteem.
Appeasing everybody else’s dream,
I’d lose the battle fighting for their side.
I was a soldier, blank and hazy-eyed.
My heart would stop and start and wait and scream
Because the fight would not ignite a beam
And leave me dark - a fight with strength denied.

But now, I’ll bid that weak design adieu.
Remove the shield that reaches from the past
And let my heart be stabbed with Wisdom’s dagger.
I now must run with strength in every shoe
And fight so that my will is not the last.
I’ll redefine what it means to have “swagger.”

© 2013 Brenden Taylor

Author's Note

Brenden Taylor
A sonnet I wrote back in 2009 - you know, the whole community college English class days and such. Tapping into my inner Milton.

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I'm honestly impressed just in the fact that you wrote a sonnet. Not a very popular form anymore. The poem is very nice though. I really like the feeling you get across.

Posted 6 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful! I loved it! Sonnets are WAY more expressive than people realize. Good work, my friend!

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on July 19, 2013
Last Updated on July 23, 2013
Tags: confidence, fear, sonnet, italian sonnet


Brenden Taylor
Brenden Taylor

Shelbyville, TN

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." - Jesus the Christ I am Brenden Taylor. I hope you like what you find here... more..


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