A/N. What do you get when you take a sleep deprived year 12 student, put her in a biology exam that she finishes early and give her a scrap piece of paper? Why, this of course! I was thinking, after the war, many people would be regarded as heroes. But how would they see themselves, and what would the think of their hero status? This will be a series of freeverse poems on different characters both during the books and after the Battle. Who it is won't be explicit, but thy should become clear throughout. Anyway, enjoy!
Breathe
In, out, in, out.
Walk.
Right, left, right, left.
Deep breathe in,
One foot in front of the other.
Why is something so simple,
Suddenly so difficult.
Smile
You have to, you're a hero now.
Click goes the camera.
Flash goes the light.
"Smile so wide it hurts"
But it does anyway.
Why smile when the world is broken
Talk.
Mouth moving, sounds created.
People want answers, comfort, praise.
"We did our best, I'm sorry, well done."
But they understand, your voice won't work now.
Sounds hurt
It won't take away the pain, so why try
Cry.
They say it helps
Clears your head.
Will he think you're weak
Because he never cried.
Hot tears spilling over
Why does water suddenly hurt so much
Hero.
People say you are one now
Lead a group, steal a sword, fight a battle.
You don't agree, you aren't a hero.
He is though, why won't they see
Your beloved brother who died laughing.
A/N. So, what do you think? This is my first serious attempt at poetry, so let me know what you think. Did any of you guess who it was before the last stanza? And if you guys have a specific character you want me to do, review or PM me ad let me know. Thanks for reading. NG.