In an instant,
Everything you own is about to go up in smoke.
Once carefree, now riddled with anxiety,
Hidden in the darkness of the black and orange sky.
Fighting to save your belongings, drenched in ash falling from three stories high.
What is taken for granted, quickly humbles you to your core,
Feeling the incredible heat, you hit the floor.
In what seems like an eternity,
Thoughts of what to escape with, flashing in an order of priority.
Eventually the sky turns a white gray, removing the threat of adversity.
Fear, dehydration, and exhaustion now replaced with gratitude,
For the firefighters showing tremendous fortitude.
Shout out to my husband and his fire crew saving our house & neighborhood in October. It takes someone with real fortitude to run into a fire, that would not be me!
Yes, firefighters save so many lives by going into fires putting them out. Your poem gets to the essence of what it's like to be in a fire and think that you might lose everything.
A few years ago we awoke to a bright orange glow, crackling sounds and people yelling what my partner thought was a loud party until we realize that it was a fire two doors down and the yelling was the people from that house jumping over the fence and pounding on the back window of the house next door to escape. And then, we heard firemen pounding on our door as I got into my wheelchair to leave the house.
My great uncle was a fire chief. His third wife after losing two of them to sickness, told me that he had black long from breathing smoke. But he lived to be 98.
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A few years ago we awoke to a bright orange glow, crackling sounds and people yelling what my partner thought was a loud party until we realize that it was a fire two doors down and the yelling was the people from that house jumping over the fence and pounding on the back window of the house next door to escape. And then, we heard firemen pounding on our door as I got into my wheelchair to leave the house.
My great uncle was a fire chief. His third wife after losing two of them to sickness, told me that he had black long from breathing smoke. But he lived to be 98.
Ron