Darcy Heller


I often sit in quiet thought
and dwell on things unseen;
A strange new lump, an unwatched pot,
what peril could they bring?

Uncertainty she is my bride,
while danger is my groom;
Torment and woe are by my side
the offspring of my womb.

Trepidity encircles me,
fear crushes like a boulder;
I’m always looking back to see
What lurks over my shoulder.

Someday I will look back and say—
I worried my whole life away.

Darcy Heller is a senior majoring in English. She writes: “I recently discovered a love of sonnets in my English 202 class (thanks Dr. Reno). I think writing or sketching about the things that trouble us is so therapeutic and can help to heal old hurts.”