Petrarchan Sonnet 1

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All alone, I go out strolling the park.

What comfort I find in the somber night;

For 'tis then I can shield myself from light.

My dog, my sole companion in the dark

Sees Frenchies and begins to pull and bark.

With all my force, I tear him from the fight;

Profuse apologies, but "It's alright."

That's all the struggling owner can remark.


We journey on; with no one do I talk,

Instead, I choose to lift my voice in song.

Relief: a moment free from family's cage;

Free to be me, to choose the path I'll walk.

Nothing do I want more than to belong,

And play a role, for "all the world's a stage."

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