Hi! You have just clicked on my attempt at poetry, if you're reading this. When I uploaded it here, I had the verses all separated, but it wouldn't let me keep it like that, so...it's a little hard to differentiate. The third and sixth lines of each verse are supposed to rhyme, though, hopefully that makes it easier. Note that I said "supposed to". Eh, if they don't, I'll call it free verse.

From the day you were born

You had the healer's hands

Hands with a touch of life

Brought a touch of smile

To weary eyes

And light to those worn with strife

We called you Prim

For the flower small

Delicate and sweet as you

Small as you were

We held to you tight

Too afraid to let you go

And I remember; it's still clear

You tucked in mother's arms

Ray of light across your face like a band

Warm by the fire

And a smile on your face

My Prim with the healer's hands

On that fateful cold day

You were seven, yet young

When your father was lost to the mines

You held to me fast

As we pushed through the crowd

But for father, there was no more time

Through the cold winter months

You were our hope in a jar

Our shining star in the night

Though your glow was yet weak

Your magic held us like glue

And we pulled through, bathed in your light

And I remember; it's still clear

You read to mother by the flames

Of ancient times and faraway lands

Maybe a smile would cross her face

For an instant, because of you

My Prim with the healer's hands

Then one April day

I said to you, Prim,

I'll take you out into the woods

I shot you a squirrel

"We could still heal it!" is what you cried

And maybe, we still could've

On my first reaping day

You stood at the back

Your eyes were without their shine

You sighed with relief

After they pulled out the slip

And the name they read wasn't mine

Days numbered by

Until it was not I

But you, one reaping day

Who stood in the back

In the twelve-year-old pen

Aghast as they called your name

And I remember; it's still clear

The tears in your eyes

As I was headed to the Capitol so grand

You told me to win

And I swore that I would,

My Prim with the healer's hands

In the arena so large

When I felt so run down

I thought of you finding me not alive

When I felt like I'd break

I'd think of you left alone

And that's how I found the strength to survive

Then when came home at last

You thought I was safe

Oh, Prim, how were you to know

And it near broke my heart

When you sobbed in despair

To the arena, again I had to go

And I remember; it's still clear

When I lay amongst the trees

Poison fog blanketing the land

And I nearly gave up

Were it not for you, Prim

My Prim with the healer's hands

What went through my head

As I shot through the forcefield

Really, I'm no longer sure

But it was my arrow, I know

That brought on the bombs

Which quickly destroyed your home

So to the woods, you had to run

Amongst the dogs and the deer

Till the hovercraft came and you were saved

And when I came to the ruins

It was easy to see

You wouldn't have survived if you'd stayed

But in Thirteen you thrived

And worked with the sick

Bloomed like a flower in the light

My heart smiled for you

Though now I regret

For then they threw you out into the fight

And I remember; it's still clear

In the Capitol square

Soldiers moving past in bands

I watched, horrified

As a bomb took my Prim

My Prim with the healer's hands

So many you saved

Those with injuries severe

Those we thought were sure to die

You were the hope of the dying

But I guess it was futile

For they didn't wait to steal your life

I want them to think

Of those who they've killed

Lives like my Prim's gone to waste

What girl of thirteen

So young and so sweet

Can have deserved such a cruel fate?

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