Reflections: Creative Writing Club

I had plan or attempted to write a poem, which I did. Then send it to the CWC and have them critique it to the point I felt it was ready to send to Miss.Fenney and attempt to have it published in the Sturgian. And basically get over my fear of the public seeing my inner thoughts and works. I did just that, I sent the CWC my first poem which they helped me revise it a great deal especially the grammatically and poetically. They were very helpful and I had the right motivation from them and the eagerness and ambition to get over my anxieties. After a few rewrites I sent it into Miss.Fenney who also gave me help to prefect it to be the poem I had envisioned but had so much trouble getting to be that way alone. It was then published and many people at the school had read the poem and enjoyed it and had positive and negative criticism which is all i wanted to help me progress as a writer and poet. One of my two learning outcome goals was increase awareness in my own strengths and areas of growth with without I completed and was a outcome because I basically learn to write something from scratch and learned the tricks and trades of writing poetry. I feel after this whole experience I had the ability to do this all along but never given the right opportunity to prove it to myself and everyone else. I also feel like this was the reason I was able to get over my fears of the public seeing my work and had a successful time doing this. I also meet my other learning outcome goal of showing perseverance and commitment because I was committed to keep revising and sending in my poem till it was perfected to what I wanted it to be gaining experience from everyone. Which also helped me help over aspiring writers such as myself. I showed perseverance because I refused to quit till my goal as completed. The knowledge I ultimately gained life experience, that I have the skills and strengths to write poems and I have the strength to share it with the world, whether it be by helping others who aspire to do what I did or helping myself keep on this track. POEM THAT WAS PUBLISHED BELOW:

In her honor.

There was a time,

Where she’s lived through death and despair,

Without shedding a single tear,

She’s mourned and regretted,

That day when she lost her most beloved.

Not only has she overcome loss,

Like Dresden, she is a survivor.

She’s been put under with anesthetics,

Put under the knife,cut open, and healed

She wears these scars as medals of Honor,

To show her true colors.

But this time something has attacked her inside,

9 years of pain,

It reigned,

Supreme in all its might,

Despite her desperate fight,

She’s bled and fought hard.

The honor is almost all gone.

The blood has dried but I can’t tell who has won:

The death,

Or her.

She emerges with new scars,

Black and blue trying to heal itself,

She wears these new scars with pride,

Put into her collection of them,

To show her honor.