I've had a Hunger Games of my own,
You couldn't see it,
or hear it,
But I've fought to hold my own.
My Hunger Games taught me how to survive.
How to battle my mind,
How to see a false ally,
And how to create my own space without starting a war.
The worst part about my Hunger Games though,
Was that it was not strangers whom I was fighting,
But my own family,
My flesh and blood,
That fought to make me a prisoner of War,
But to the world,
a seemingly happy Victor.
I fought and won my freedom,
I revolutionized and escaped my arena.
And now, living in a world where Darwin doesn't rule,
But love, friendship, and compassion do,
I am at a loss.
I have cared, loved, and lost deeply.
I know what it is to feel the pain of a loved one at an overwhelming level,
Understand it is myself causing it,
And know that only my own sacrifice can heal it.
I understand war, loss, and the ways of an emotional battlefield.
I do not understand, or know how to live in peace,
Or to allow love, or compassion, back into my heart.
For me, love and compassion were weapons,
They were a pretty drink, laced with poison and hidden intentions.
So while I know what it is to fight for myself,
for my loved ones,
and for what I believe in,
I am still learning what it is to love and live without loss.
for the hardest lesson for a Hunger Games Victor,
is realizing when the Games have ended
Love it!