NaPoWriMo Day 23: Yes, I'm Incorrigible

A Stick and a String

You know you’ll miss the shot you never took

So take the leap, the plunge toward the unknown

I thought that I could read you like a book

But words I couldn’t hear were stick and stone.

You’ve got to make your own stuff work, I said

This messy pile of taped together junk.

The more I look, the more I’ve found misread

By me, yours truly, this embittered chunk

Of fraying hopes left rusting on the vine.

You turned away—I didn’t take the shot.

The ledger, red and dripping, wasn’t mine

My debts to you were merely afterthought

So what’s the use of wond’ring where to go?

I’ll carry on—the one skill that I know.

Once again, I was challenged to write a sonnet. Because of who I am as a person, I wrote it about one Clint Barton, the Hawkguy we know and love.