No man would dare to ever take away
This part of me which takes complete control
And shatters all of me me 'till I am whole.
'Tis who I am; how I'll forever stay.
My heart will cling to treasures undefined
And bursting forth, proclaim the life inside.
I know who I am and shall not hide,
'Tis all of me; the old is left behind.
Did you want that I should stifle me?
You cannot change who He made me to be.
postscript
I wrote a sonnet last April 8th. I thought I'd try again. Although admittedly, this isn't great. But that's what May is for: editing!