I'm definitely not a narrative poet, but this one was inspired by the student I tutor. He was writing a narrative about a girl who fights with nature and didn't like how his story ended. My story had to end differently.
SANCTUARY
She used to wait for the hour
When she's finally set free
From the lifeless walls
That stood between her
And the world outside.
Running through the woods
Playing tag with the branches
Fluttering like the leaves,
There was always time
To hide and seek.
The trees were her palace,
The blue birds her friends,
And sunlight her protection,
In the only sanctuary
Not created by human hands.
Until the days when
She was no longer a child,
Forgetting her past
And eager to be a part of
Everything that she despised.
But no matter what she tried,
Success wasn't enough
And solace she couldn't find
In a world that denied
A need for a refuge.
Tired of growing worries
And people to impress,
Let down by the world
She thought she belonged,
Her heart beat for release.
She found herself returning
To the place almost forgotten--
Her sanctuary.
