#2 Poem: The Child Martyr

Rough Draft:


The battle raged on for far too long,
Lonely empires still ruled my heart.
Peace was the war
I could do without both.
Every emotion locked into my hope chest,
Although I’ve never had the pleasure of holding
The most beautiful jewel of them all.
Love,
The glimmering hope.
Light,
The joyous dance.
While darkness- despairingly it clung to every shadow.

(Needed to be longer so I revised the piece and added).

Although, cracks of hope,
Happiness, even quality appeared-
These splinters are too frail to keep hold on, (these cracks are too hard to heal)
Bound to snap away, ever so far and few. (even if they are so far and few)
And never, ever can I begin to walk away (I cannot even begin to walk away)
or attempt to even crawl.


Revised Edition:


The battle raged on for far too long,
Lonely empires still ruled my heart.
Peace was the war
I could do without both.
Every emotion locked into my hope chest,
Although I’ve never had the pleasure of holding
The most beautiful jewel of them all.
Love,
The glimmering hope.
Light,
The joyous dance.
While darkness- despairingly it clung to every shadow.
Although, cracks of hope,
Happiness, even quality appeared-
These splinters are too frail to keep hold on,
Bound to snap away, ever so far and few.
And never.. ever can I begin to walk away
or attempt to even crawl.


Reflective Exploration:


This poem was one of the best that I had written during this course. Some techniques I attempted were free verse- which I believe is my best and more preferred style of poetry even though I could clearly brush up on my free verse. This is my preferred style because I am allowed to make the poem in my own way, ending lines where I think it is necessary. As well, I was not confined to certain poetry structures therefore allowing me to express myself fully.
The Audience I was going for in this poem was just really anyone that can relate. When I write I am my own audience and for poetry I don’t really think of how others will react to my poetry, either they can relate or they can’t. This poem is more of a depressing poem, so perhaps the audience will be a little bit more gloomy, otherwise for this certain poem I didn’t really care.
‘The Child Martyr’ represents my growth as a writer because I was able to dig emotionally deep to get my point across in the poem through writing very descriptively. I think the reader was able to get my point or draw a conclusion on their own on what I’m trying to describe.