Snow may stop fire, but fire can melt snow

By Abstractauthor

-all references to the Hunger Games are owned by Suzanne Collins-

they stole my body

they stole my thoughts

my mind

they stole my secrets

and didn't tell me theirs

they used me

whipped, bruised, burnt, and cut me

they let me slip into their silly putty hands

like a broken toy that no one wanted to fix

I was the pawn they choose and they played me hard

made me work to their every whim, every need

but I feel...as if both players are using me

black and white rebel against red

I may be fire, but I can't kill snow

but snow can never melt me

and as they stripped me down and waxed me

with the coverings of glamour

set me on a pedestal and watched as my heart

was ripped straight out of my chest

I know, they stole me

they stole everything from me

but one

they took my family, my friends, they took him

they took my peaceful slumbers and window gazes

they took it all

but one

even when its broken

ripped and torn

they can't kill it

and even if I hate it and don't want it

they can't steal it

they stole my body

they stole my thoughts

my mind

but they never stole my heart

and its with that heart

I can pump my blood into every broken child

and every weakened mother

and its with that blood we can fight on

burn on, like a forest fire

destroying all to bring forth

more fertile soil for the future