Where am I?
What is this place?
I know I’m here,
But why do I see my face?
There is a suffocating smog of despair approaching.
I look over my shoulder and see a fire encroaching.
Suddenly I know,
I must go.
My home is just beyond me,
Where my family lies oblivious.
One by one I convince them to leave.
We escape with time to spare,
Yet to my horror there were more.
I turn back for them as my home explodes
And I am greeted with my unharmed grandparents.
Rising out the fire,
Like a phoenix.