Not Child Play Any More

by Mr Chipson

This is about Katniss in 'Catching Fire', and how she feels about herself, Peeta and the others. It's a poem of how much she thinks about things, and what to do next. Rated T for further use of language and sad and gory moments.

Not Child Play Any More

This is about Katniss in 'Catching Fire', and how she feels about herself, Peeta and the others. It's a poem of how much she thinks about things, and what to do next.

Poem One – Owe

As I watch Finnick give water to Mags,

I remember how much I owe him,

For saving Peeta's life,

For saving him from his metal circle

Deserted in the salty water,

For pumping air into his lungs

When he was on the verge of death,

I owe him too much,

As I watch Peeta sleep on the carefully weaved grass mats

Under the hut,

I remember how much I owe him,

For saving me in the first games,

For being the kind-hearted man he always is

In and out of the arena the same man,

When I'm a whole new person,

I owe him too much,

As I watch Mags sip at the warm sap,

I remember how much I owe her,

For weaving and making the wonderful hut

We shelter in now,

For weaving the grass blankets and buckets

Which give us a bit more comfort

And to store the sap to keep us alive,

I owe her too much,

As I watch Johanna sharpening her knife,

I remember how much I owe her,

For trying to save my life

When the clock – shaped river nearly engulfed me and killed me,

For helping to fight and survive,

I owe her too much,

As I watch Beetee making a map of where all the force fields are,

I remember how much I owe him,

For showing me in training how to recognise a force field,

For coming up with the brilliant idea of how to kill the other opponents,

For being him,

I owe him too much,

As I watch Wiress draw out a diagram in the mud,

I remember how much I owe her,

For explaining the difference of whether a force fields good or bad,

For being a loyal and true friend in the arena,

I owe her too much,

As I think of Haymitch drinking like a maniac,

I remember how much I owe him,

For keeping me alive in the arena,

For sending us the spile when we most needed it,

For being him,

I owe him too much,

And then there's me,

Katniss Everdeen,

The girl who held out the berries,

The girl on fire,

The girl who ruined her life by holding out those berries!

I owe myself nothing.