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.