Write an English Sonnet
For creative writing class?
I better get right on it
Cause I really want to pass.
Why an English Sonnet?
‘Cause Miss Borum said we had to.
I’m having a little trouble on it.
If Miss Borum only knew.
I tried to channel Shakespeare
Some advice from the Bard?
It didn’t work, just like I feared.
Why is this so damn hard?
Miss Borum, this is not my best work, and for that I’m really sorry.
Your sonnet homework kicked my butt, how ‘bout a quick short story?
My poem, The Secret, as previously published in Chicken Soup for the Soul, Runners.
The Secret
O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.
~Walt Whitman
I’m not as confident as I seem
But the road doesn’t know that
It simply is
Hard and smooth beneath my shoes
As I start my morning run
I’m not as sure as I seem
But the road doesn’t know that
It stretches out before me
Like a string of unbroken promises
A morning just ready to begin
I’m not as strong as I seem
But the road doesn’t know that
It waits for me like a familiar friend
Nonjudgmental, yet
All-knowing
I hurt, I ache, I mourn
But the road doesn’t know that
Nor does it care
It simply is
Every day the same, a constant star
This I know for sure
I can’t go any farther
But the road doesn’t know that
It beckons me on, encouraging me
To break my record
Test my limits
Prove to myself I can do better
That’s the secret
Between the road and me
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Sticks and stones will break my bones
But words can never hurt me
That’s not the truth I say to you
For words are surely deadly
I can’t forget your words that day
You thought I wasn’t listening
They burn so deep beneath my skin
The wound is never healing
Your words, suspended in midair
In every conversation
So loudly spoken without care
It’s just my observation
Sticks and stones can break my bones
But your words
Your words
Your words
They just might kill me
Tina Bausinger 
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