Y is for Saying Yes

I’ve cried yes to childhood dreams

to hopes, desires, promises implied

only to capture, cage, stifle them

by burying deep inside

I’ve shouted yes to magic spells

enchantments invoked, conjured, cast

captivating, bewitching me;

part of wizarding man’s craft

I’ve whispered yes to forbidden fruit

harvested, fermented from vintner’s vine

a potion to numb my fears;

courage from bottled wine

Yearning to find a way out

of messes my yesses have wrought

gathering tools, weapons, skills

as internal battle is fought

I’ve learned the only yes that counts

is to Spirit, Father, and Son

for all that’s truly necessary

is Their will, not mine, be done

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I found "Y" to be particularly difficult this go round. I struggled to come up with enough words beginning with Y to make write a prose of any sense. So instead, I'm offering something a little different from my usual alliterative "alphabet style". I based a poem around one word. I'm not sure if it's successful or not, but it is what it is. Enjoy. 

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