It doesn’t matter now which way I take
For all my paths are clear before your eyes.
You know my inner thoughts and for your sake
I put to death my sin. You bid me rise.
And as I grow in form to be like you
As each day passes, molded by your hand,
My inmost parts are formed in beauty too.
I cannot run from you, so here I stand
Your works have shown that I am fully known.
postscript
So no, I didn’t forget about NaNo. I’ve actually written some more that I haven’t posted. Yikes! I also didn’t write thirty, but I definitely am glad I tried because it’s more poems than I would have written if I hadn’t tried! Anyway, sonnet petit.