Writing a sonnet.

I have written my first sonnet. I'm not a literary conformist in any sense, so all I can atribute to my work as far as being a sonnet is that it has fourteen lines. So here it is.

On Surviving
In perilous abyss and piercing brilliance, I
Through undergrowth and dust alike
With unflagging resolution
I have walked among giants.
While just a whelp, uncertainty called
Out of step and riddled with apprehension
A shadow sheltered me
From the incarceration of my own determination.
Saying, “Keep your wits about you and drive on.”
As copper jacketed hornets fought inertia
To deliver their venomous sting
Shielded in the crucible,
I was born from the Benefactors of Freedom’s equity

And forever indebted by their Sacrifice.