{"title":"I survived the fire","authors":"Denise L. Levy","doi":"10.1080/08893675.2022.2089696","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"It started with the corner of the bedskirt But the flames quickly rose up Up, up, up the comforter Engulfing the bed I’m frozen in fear But manage to move One foot in front of the other Walking, crawling, inching towards the door But the fire is out there too It’s all around me Reds and oranges and bright yellows There is a strange beauty in its destruction And I’m in the middle of it My home is in flames around me How can I pull my home out of the flames? It’s up to me But I’m frozen in fear It’s up to me But I am mesmerized by the flames It’s up to me An 8-year-old girl with the weight of the world on my shoulders Innocence lost Somewhere in those flames In that bedskirt In the ashes of what was left behind My home is engulfed in the flames But as for me I manage to move One foot in front of the other Walking, crawling, inching towards the door Towards whatever opening I can find","PeriodicalId":16967,"journal":{"name":"Journal of Poetry Therapy","volume":"35 1","pages":"212 - 212"},"PeriodicalIF":1.0000,"publicationDate":"2022-07-03","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":"0","resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":null,"PeriodicalName":"Journal of Poetry Therapy","FirstCategoryId":"1085","ListUrlMain":"https://doi.org/10.1080/08893675.2022.2089696","RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":null,"ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":null,"EPubDate":"","PubModel":"","JCR":"Q3","JCRName":"PSYCHOLOGY, MULTIDISCIPLINARY","Score":null,"Total":0}
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It started with the corner of the bedskirt But the flames quickly rose up Up, up, up the comforter Engulfing the bed I’m frozen in fear But manage to move One foot in front of the other Walking, crawling, inching towards the door But the fire is out there too It’s all around me Reds and oranges and bright yellows There is a strange beauty in its destruction And I’m in the middle of it My home is in flames around me How can I pull my home out of the flames? It’s up to me But I’m frozen in fear It’s up to me But I am mesmerized by the flames It’s up to me An 8-year-old girl with the weight of the world on my shoulders Innocence lost Somewhere in those flames In that bedskirt In the ashes of what was left behind My home is engulfed in the flames But as for me I manage to move One foot in front of the other Walking, crawling, inching towards the door Towards whatever opening I can find