Fire Walking

I’m afraid of the dark
Especially in the daylight with my eyes open
It’s not what I can’t see
It’s what can’t see me 
I’m here 
My efforts are faint 
Trying to catch breath 
in fire 
Oxygen stolen 
by fumes 
with a purpose 
and I stop 
dropping pieces of importance 
trying to salvage 
what I can 
and make it to safety 
but the destination is vague 
Yet I still believe 
if I roll on 
I’ll make it
If I hold on
I’ll see the other side of the fire
And be glad 
I kept my eyes open
To see my way thru


©2007 Dew