Cold winters night
Angry wind bites
Crisp snow crunches
The fiery beast strikes

Siren blare loud and clear
Flashing lights blind
House in golfed  in an orange glare
The fight is on , as hose unwind

Waters my friend and my foe
As I am Slipping and sliding
No matter I go
Deep within my fear I am hiding

Hours of work, the fire is drowned
I’m cold to the bone
Saving the house , we were bound
Gear put away , I’m headed home

With chill in the room
I invite the beast in
Black metal box , coals do loom
I light the match , resuscitate again

The beast I fought
And drown to death
I can’t live without
Yet I suffocate it’s breath

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 21 2019

33 years ago a child was born
33 years ago a woman’s life was saved by the birth of the child
The pathway was change
Direction was given by an infant

Hidden thoughts seep
out through my keyboard
Into the unknown universe
They surprise even me

Written by E.M. Rushton

My fellow poets your all I have today
My mind is crazy with anger and sorrow
I have no hope but wish to proceed
Please come and lift me from these darken waters
Tell me I am a poet
I’m going to carve my way past this day of locked memories eating at my being
I am a poet
I am a firefighter
I am , I am.
The strangest thing is if my pager went off right now
I’d be the firefighter with in me and save someone
While drowning within my own mind.
Now it’s out and not within
Thank you for allowing me to rescue myself through words.
I love words.