I want to try to stay afloat by posting something during this busy time, so I'll post this poem. It was a poem that my group members and I put together in our creative writing class. Each of the 5 of us in the group got to write a line of poetry, but were only allowed to see the line just above ours. So, none of us knew what the rest was writing in the poem, except for the last line written. We all got to contribute 2 lines total. This is the poem that we ended up with. I was VERY excited to see how well it turned out. I call it "5 Soul Journey," though we didn't officially name it.
I glisten at images of her,
Waves of regret burn a whole in my soul,
There is a fine line between pleasure and pain.
So let us strip these sheets and begin this game.,
Leave our homes and travel west by plane.
Escaping the inevitable yet deserved fate,
It’s a joyful thing breaking free,
Finally escaping from what felt like the chains of hell,
With sin in my dust, I gravitate toward righteousness,
I bow my head, fold my arms, and travel forth to unknown lands.
I glisten at images of her,
Waves of regret burn a whole in my soul,
There is a fine line between pleasure and pain.
So let us strip these sheets and begin this game.,
Leave our homes and travel west by plane.
Escaping the inevitable yet deserved fate,
It’s a joyful thing breaking free,
Finally escaping from what felt like the chains of hell,
With sin in my dust, I gravitate toward righteousness,
I bow my head, fold my arms, and travel forth to unknown lands.