The next day he wakes, somewhere outside.
His body sore and mind reeling.
And he can’t stop thinking about his choices.
The choices that tore his world apart,
and that brought the war upon them.
Now that is all he has left.
Choice.
Never again can he relive the past,
because that’s just what it is now.
The past.
It’s really over.
He has to move on.
No, he has to move forward.
He has to make his choice.
Today he can chose his identity, start a new life.
No longer bound by a name,
or the purity of his blood.
No longer must he be the son of a Death Eater,
or a Death Eater himself.
This can be a new world.
A new beginning.
A world of choice.
Making the right ones,
could mean everything.
Give him power and love,
for the right reasons this time.
Making the wrong ones,
could put him back where he is now.
Right here, right now.
This is the moment.
This is where it starts.
Everything has to start somewhere.
Why can’t his new life start here?
He looks out to the sky for an answer
but he finds something he hadn’t found in awhile.
The beauty of the clear new day.
And as the sun breaks over the horizon,
It brings a new day,
a new beginning,
a new set of choices.
He can make the right choices.
He knows he can.
He always could.
But he has a habit of making the wrong ones.
And as we all know.
Old habits,
die hard.
Choice by itty_bitty_witch55
Story Notes:
This is a poem I thought up about Draco and i hope you enjoy.
Chapter Notes: It may seem a little choppy but I was trying to show how confused and conflicted he felt and his thoughts would be a little messed up after everything that had happened.
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