A/N: Written for the 100_poems challenge on livejournal, poem 49/100 and day 23. Oh, here's one I did do in order.
Character Poems: the Chosen through Time
11. Hida Iori
They called him a stone
sometimes.
They said it in jest –
he knew –
but he wasn't sure how he felt
on the issue.
A stone was bland
after all:
hard, and dry,
and the same all round
And maybe he was a little like that;
or had been –
it took a while to change
But stones got swept away,
forgotten
and he stood up, dug roots
into soil, and grew
But some stones could do
that too, and he needed some definition
after all.
He had changed.
So had the stone –
and not to brittle stuff
that fell faster
into the hole of time.
He wondered how
to call it:
grown
or evolved
or just a little brighter
overall?