I struggle throughout this unsought endeavor;
Compelled by chance to ascertain my mission
Without aids for discernment whatsoever.
I suffer mustering to find ambition
And struggle to become enlightened, clever,
Intending to evoke my intuition,
To temper the soul I become forever,
Against the tide of flesh’s opposition.
Yet, I will not fall victim to complaining;
Shall suffer gladly destiny’s full torment,
Consider every wound part of my training,
Hold dear each break of heart I am attaining.
I'll tooth and claw my way into this moment,
Held fast for every second that’s remaining
Italian Sonnet da Lentini – Rhyme scheme: abababab cdccdc.
Challenge: Use hendecasyllable meter.
For In2it, who is finding the going hard.