The Mockingjay

The bird soars across the sky

Across the ruins

Of it’s destroyed woods

It’s voice replicating

Whoever’s it heard.

Abandoned by the Capitol

Secluded in the woods

Until all was left of them

Were flaming stumps of brown.

Left to die there,

To leave the world,

In peace,

And hate.

Though not knowing that,

They will thrive.

That they will live,

That they would mate.

Into me.

The mockingjay.

I am the symbol

Of the revolution.

Born on gold

Of Katniss Everdeen’s pin

Her token, her last piece of hope

When she was thrown

Into a televised deathmatch

The Hunger Games.

I gave her a name

A job

A nationwide symbol.

A mockingjay

The symbol

The hope

The bird that survived

Against all odds

Like Katniss

And Peeta Mellark

Forced into love

In exchange

For survival.

The berries

Defiance of the Capitol
Like how I survived
A nasty victory
rubbed into their faces.

My survival was a mistake,
An underestimation,
Of the tiny jabberjays.

But sometimes,
Just a spark,
Can start a fire.

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