Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not that there is really anything to own in this poem.

I couldn't get this idea out of my head, so I thought I'd share it with you. I had Reid (of course) in my head when I wrote this poem, but it could apply to any character you want.


It's only a choice,
Between options one and two,
But it's a choice I have to make,
It's something I must do.

There's not much time to choose,
But I know deep down inside,
The choice has already been made,
And that fills me with a sense of pride.

I know that the first,
Is the better path to take,
Even though the final outcome,
Is much worse for my sake.

No single life,
Has any greater worth,
Than any other one,
That roams this barren earth.

I'm choosing to give my own,
So that another may live,
It scares me beyond my thoughts,
But it's something I must give.

They will gather in the breeze,
They will morn under the sun,
But eventually they will see,
That this had to be done.

They will be angry at the world,
They will be angry at my deed,
But they all truly know,
This is the risk in the life that we lead.

It was their choice of life,
And so was it mine,
So I've accepted my new path,
Into the world of the divine.

By our own choice,
We've all cracked the dam,
And mine won't be able to hold,
Under this last final ram.

The dam will break,
The waters will flood,
And wreak all havoc,
With bouts of undue mud.

But they will trudge through,
Because all storms break,
All waters recede,
With new paths to make.

They will come together,
Like they always do,
Because a family knit as one,
Can never be torn in two.

It's only a choice,
But I still have to choose,
So please forgive me,
For all that you will lose.