Creative Writing

This is an essay I wrote first semester:


Below is s poem that emerged from the violence unit: 


It is a cycle

Filled with hatred and war

I died during combat

Death awaited me

Took my hand

Walked me down the ground

And smiled

I knew I died

But for what was right

I made a difference

Death was joyful

I had nothing to fear

For it gave me eternity


It will always come

Never can escape him

So I take his hand

He walks me down

Dark hills and trees

Quench my breath

And I feel free

Free to be breathless

Never breathe again

I feel as if I died

Knowing I did something good

Knowing I made a difference

And for that I promise

To meet Death and take his hand

For I did my time

And together we will do ours