New Sonnet

There is a shallow dip along the road
I walk from birth onward through driving rain
The gulch suggests a heavy lidded home
That argues higher glories to be vain

There is no proof for me to justify
No argument another could receive
In why I feel only this road is right
No map to trace my finger where it leads

Just that great men were made by great mistakes
And gave their hearts, though they were sure to break,
Lifted burdens, light as they were flowers,
Built, stone by stone, unbuildable empires

Now every foot on higher ground I take
Out of the blue that's dampening my shape
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