This is a poem that Peeta wrote to Katniss but never had the chance to give to her during the Hunger Games series (I made that up myself - pretty clever, huh?). He wrote it on saying that all the written things must be true. Anything can be overcome, even death.
Fresh ink drying on a page,
They cannot sing, dance, speak, or rage.
Words unsaid, yet filled with power,
Healing, breaking, every hour.
To touch the clouds or see beyond,
To feel the sun's heat as it first dawned,
To flow with a river or taste the sky,
To the stars and back, by and by.
It is impossible to know
How words will move, create, or flow,
Yet while creating emotions, feelings,
They're still creating deeper healings.
To lift a mountain or empty the sea,
Words make all impossibilities be.
With every letter, for every age,
Fresh ink is drying on a page.