Sonnet Iv Poem by Maia Padua

Shall I reach you with my mournful cries?
Or with my laughs out of invading glee
Speak no one my unwritten prayer and plea
Time in time’s restless battle for freedom lies
In my grief, you shall find me glistening
Sparks though buried deep from sullen moments
Do seek a softy thing from something laments
For fragility denies from thy words bruising
Console me not, mend my life God, may
Be in confusion, or live for thee, love, I sought
Maybe I not sought, neither live for
Mine own mirth, or thine own words I fear
But thy gift, mine worth to be grateful
A life, with the height and breathe, freed my soul