Soliloquy this week: Soliloquy is finished for the 25-26 school year :)
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Writing: Think about what comes with spring. Revival, new beginnings, what else?
Art: Isn't the recent weather nice? Draw what you see outdoors!
Mold
I think the soul remembers its past,
Which is why mine bucks against my potential,
To recycle who I have been and reduce my present.
Nay, I shall be someone new if I can help it,
I will not be made a maid or a mother, Maker.
I will be a solitary creature if I must.
Or I may be a thing for crowds only; a lover of all and yet none,
But rest assured that I will not be shackled,
I will be a colorful thing on borrowed wings and time I can not hold.
Regardless, I will mold myself into a shape I can love.
Guys please this is a scrap for a reason!! I like maybe 2 lines in this but it’s so disjointed and I hate it uhggg