Once I learned when at play,
In youthful frolic, day by day.
Through every season, I’d explore,
Learning lessons, some soiled, some pure.
In youth, I alone did roam,
Amidst the lost-to find a home.
A lineage marked by pain and toil,
Where time’s trials did uncoil.
I kept to myself my secrets vast,
Each bloom, each thorn, a tale amassed.
Experience, has not been my friend,
yet walks with me until the end.
As years passed by, I grew in grace,
With wisdom etched upon my face.
Through these trials, come what may,
now God alone guides my way.
Experience, has not been my friend
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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal
Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.
Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.
Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.
Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.
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