A Prisoner Traped and Ready To Be Set Free

Hello,
I never really liked poetry but when I was in my senior year of high school our class had to do the Poetry Book project and I have never been the same since. Mr. Harkins, our Portfolio II teacher made the project in such a way that it was fun but also very deep and vulnerable. It was like bungee jumping off a cliff for the first time and feeling the exhilaration from the jump. It was refreshing but freeing to put everything into a poem and make it creative and yours.
I just wanted to explain a little bit about my poem. This is a cinquain poem. Cinquains are five lines long. They have 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth line, and just 2 in the last line. Cinquains do not need to rhyme, but you can include rhymes if you want to.

As an example, my poem is describing about feeling like a prisoner but not really wanting to be a prisoner, just really wanting to be free from the evils of high school.

 Distant

But trapped in

Nevermore again free,

Forever caged in solitude

Prisoner

 I felt this way during my sophomore year of high school when all my friends left me. Back in the summer of soon to be sophomore year of high school there was a fall out with my group of friends and I. At the end of freshman year in high school, my one friend told me she was bisexual and some of my friends didn’t really like it. Soon there became a split amongst my group of friends and I was in the middle of it. I chose my bisexual friend over my other friends because I don’t think discrimination is right and if my other friends think it is than I don’t want to be friends with them.

                           Last day of 7th grade. Starting on the left Georgia,Kenzie,Rachael and Lauren

Once sophomore year came, they made it a living nightmare for me. They told false rumors to some of my friends that had nothing to do with this fight and the worst part was my friends believed them. It was just me protecting my one friend all year until I met Christina Nicholas.

To be continued. Next Monday I will write about the light that came to me when I needed it the most. I will show for the first time the poem I wrote for my saving grace. I hope you guys like it!