Friday, October 11, 2013

Narrative Poem


 

Kayla Watkins

Ms. McKoy

English 2-Block 2

10/9/13

 

Grace

Stone hard, ice cold floors

Similar to my heart

When I hear them slam the doors

It tears me apart

 

It's hard being me right now

I have hours upon hours to dwell

When all I wonder is                                                                                          ...how?

How I fell

 

I need to do something to pass the time

I'm eligible for this program they say

Where I won’t be judged for my crime

I am now in charge of a dog all day

 

Her name is Grace

I'm glad they gave her to me

It's nice to always see her face

We might be in a prison but she always seems…free!

 

I've trained her so long

She has become so smart

And grown so strong

She could win anyone’s heart!

 

Todays the day she leaves me

She has become the stronghold I needed and I love her so

I hand her over to her blind owner Paislee

It's painstakingly hard to let her go

 

Watching her walk away

Made me feel worth something

And let me know one day

My past is no longer going to keep me running

 

Not much longer till’ I’m out

I really miss the companionship

I just sit around and pout…

We were inseparable, bound by the hip

 

Would Grace be happy with my actions?

No, she would want me to be proactive

I realized this part of my life is just pictures and they need captions

So I can’t sit here and mope I have to live

 

Paislee called me today... I thought it was a trick!

She said “Thank you, you’ve changed my life”

That hit me like a ton of bricks

And I knew then I wanted to get home to my wife

 

Grace saved me

The program fixed me

The work helped me

Because of it all I have                                                                           ...changed!

 

                                                                                         

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