neville longbottom
little helpless boy
(should you even know magic?)
[can't even keep track of your own toad]
(mocked by everyone and everything)
but you're in gryffindor for a reason
(you?)
(brave?)
(ha! as if it was even possible for you)
but they see you as a
p-e-r-s-o-n
like you're actually capable of something
they see you as someone worthy of being here
(but should you really be?)
s
t
a
n
d
i
n
g
up to them
(was that good? was that bad?)
does it even matter?
for the first time in your entire life
you've done something worth recognizing
it was a brave something, too
t/h/a/t i/s w/h/y /y/o/u/'/r/e h/e/r/e/, a/f/t/e/r a/l/l
rewarded those precious ten points
(but was it really worth it?)
live with the decision you made
you can't ever go
k
c
a
b
so do something with the decisions you make
(prove you deserve to be here)
you've already proven yourself
so believe it already and be the brave little boy you should be
This is the last poem in this series, and although I usually post on Thursday, I have to post this one a day early because I'm leaving today on vacation for two weeks. And yes, that means the you won't get your next chapter for a little longer. Sorry about that.