Fire-front

Date: 22.06.2008
Time: 10:05 p.m.

Struck by the hand she was sewing up
She fell into the cold water
The suddenness left her feeling numb
She didn’t know she had fight left within her.

That bleeding hand writhed painfully
By the forsaken waterside
The morning had seen her breathing stop
For moments in her bathtub.

The ordinary don’t have to
Brave the fire-front
They don’t need to face delusional fears
Screaming out of the mouths of generations before.
The ordinary don’t have to
Face the fire-consuming words
Their fire-front lies in quiet hearths
Without waters above their heads.

And while she let the depths take her air
Her arms too tired to struggle
Swallowing liquids when she needed air
Breathing in mouthfuls of cold death.

It was her work to always keep her head
Stay calm when it was needed of her
Blinking away dust that entered her eyes
Along with the burning debris.

The ordinary don’t have to
Brave the fire-front
They don’t need to face delusional fears
Screaming out from generations before.
The ordinary don’t have to
Face the fire spewing out of mouths
Their fire-front lies in quiet hearths
Without waters above their heads.

Sinking deeper into the folds
Of a million waves weighing upon her nose
When fears freeze the tongue from making a sound
Drowning would be the easiest way out…
Stiffened limbs betray that purpose
Sleep and rest awaits them soon.

The ordinary face the fire-front
Some emerge with scars
That never let them heal into
Being ordinary.

End: 10:20 p.m.