Sonnet

Isabelle Sturges 807

“The Unfolded Future”

As I sew the quilt my fingers tremble

But the quilt has something to resemble.

My future, my entire existence

Unfolded, unhinged I take the distance.

Sewn together by a single thin thread

It is easily broken which I dread.

And it is so very fragile like glass

And by one mistake, one small mistake CRASH.

I fear what comes next, ringing my hands,

I claw to the top, which only expands

To higher, taller more challenging heights,

In this sadistic game we have to rights.

When I get older what do I desire?

Just to have fun before I expire.