April Poem-A-Day Challenge
Today's prompt:
"Write a sestina"
I didn't know what it was either, so here's a link.
Really long url that throws off my formatting
This one was incredibly challenging (my brain hurts), but it was a lot of fun. Although, I'm not sure if my end result makes much sense.
Fitting into place
All the pieces have to fit,
everything must be just right.
Nothing can be out of place,
otherwise it just won't pass.
I'll have wasted all my time
and I'll be back at square one.
I can't be the only one
who just doesn't seem to fit.
Wasting what's left of my time
on needing to be just right.
Watching opportunities pass
as I search for my place.
If there exists such a place,
maybe I will find it one
day. A place where I can pass,
even if I don't quite fit.
It doesn't have to be just right,
just somewhere to bide my time.
I've wasted far too much time
feeling too far out of place
and I think I've earned the right,
just as much as any one
to be a not so perfect fit
and still be allowed to pass.
Yet still I've chosen to pass,
saying it's not the right time
or something just doesn't fit,
not letting things fall into place.
Convinced that I could do just one
better. It just wasn't right,
but what exactly is right
about not letting myself pass.
Thinking I'm the only one
who has to be right all the time.
I think that I deserve a place
where I'm allowed to not quite fit.
Even if I don't fit just right,
I'll have to find a place to pass
the time and this might be the one.
