Forest, written by Catherine Fasoro
Where the woods served a purpose of
Thirst. The blazing fire of an
forest surrounds me, I am waiting on
to consume me.
However trembling by the hoarse roar
of flames chasing me.
Alert me. I looked ahead, and all I
was pain and horror.
Every tree reminded
Me of fear and sorrow.
Weary. I fell on to my knees. Desperate
catch a breath, yet all I inhaled was
Toxic fumes from the unforgiving flame.
Then a steady voice told me to look up at
the sky putting to death that insidious fire.
As that rain tapped my face, I felt whole again
I closed my eyes to immerse myself in its gentle touch.
When I opened them, I was at home.