Disclaimer: I do not own Messenger. That would be the great Lois Lowry.
Okay, this is a poem about Messenger, one of my favorite books of all time. I've had this in mind for a long time now, and its about time I post it. I can't promise that it will be great but… here goes nothing.
His ChoiceHe wanted to be
Messenger,
But learned that he could
Heal.
But even so, he chose not to heal the blind man
That had taken him in.
He chose not to heal the twisted leg
Of the girl who'd always been his friend.
He chose not to heal the sick,
Or the pup, lying limp in his swollen arms.
Instead he chose to save his strength,
But even then, it took his life when he chose to heal the world.
He chose to heal the world,
For the world needed a boost.
People were selling out their souls for things
Of little use.
He had to brave the Forest,
Despite the dangers it would hold.
He was the fiercest of the fierce,
The boldest of the bold.
He never became Messenger,
But on his Naming-Day,
He became the Healer,
Since he healed them all in a very special way.
Well, what do ya think? Rate and review please!
Bookworm