A/N: Written for the 100_poems challenge on livejournal, poem 10/100 and day 9. (still out of order - they'll probably never get in order...).
Character Poems: the Chosen through Time
7. Takaishi Takeru
He always was
the child
who had to strain his
legs, but still
lagged behind.
There was always a rock
in the way:
sure, it shattered
but the shrapnel
hurt – always would
hurt less.
He even had a
Guardian
angel in the wings
as a last resort
And his own hands
were too tender,
unworn
But even behind that rock
he grew
and in the end, he realised,
there wasn't much else to do
Once he was the protector
instead of the protected.