angels will guide you home [ kiah ]

My fingers played with the blade of grass that rested between my fingers. The blade was dry and delicate, my fingers moving slowly over its sharp edges, feeling its slide gentle over the surface of my skin. The blade was lighter than a feather, and just as soft. It resembled all the other blades of grass. Light green. Dry. Soft. They all looked the same, they all followed the same pattern in life. Just like soldiers, they all look the same, in their camo uniforms, the grass; green and dry. All soldiers have that common goal, to protect their country. Grass; to live through the day, without the pestering fingers of children ripping them away from their home. There is no difference. Just like the people of the districts.

The people of the districts are just like the many of blades of grass the spread out around me. They are trapped, trapped within fences, with in the arrears in which they are bound. Just like grass. Grass is restricted. Only being able to grow in areas that people allow them. it is caged in, but not with fences, but with pavement, and walls. Grass –too- is a victim to isolation. The people of the districts too have that common goal. To save their children. To save their children from the capitol…

I place the grass blade down on the ground. Slowly I let myself fall to the ground. I land on my back, the air knocked out of my lungs. I smile, for no reason, waiting for the oxygen to return to my thirsty lungs. Breathing hard, I suck in the life saving air. I don’t move again, I just let myself sink into the sound of my breathing, until it is back to normal. I let my thought fly away, just letting them swim in my muddled mind. My mind was a big mess.

Like most children in the district I have not had an easy life. I have had my ups and downs. The downs seeming to last longer than the ups…

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“Tell me Darquess, my little girl, why are you so beautiful?” He said has he reached down and pulled into his warm body. I leaned in closer enjoying the feel of his warmth, of the protective clasps of his hands. “I love you. I love you so much. I will never hurt, you know. I will never hurt you; to see your tears of hurt… it would be too much. I love you sweetheart; love you to the bottom of my heart.” He placed one of his big, rough hands of my head, pulling me in closer. Gentle he stroked me hair. I said nothing. I just enjoyed having him wrapped around me. I just enjoyed having him close by…