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A Poem by Rebekah Smith

Wonder what this is about?

I'm like a firefighter
Who's nemesis is ice
I'm not tooled up to fight this
Require some time to think twice.

When the enemy makes your palms sweat
Eyes stream, and hair crisp
When you're drinking thick, grey air
I am perfect to assist.

But for the frosty one -
Slow-moving, subtle, blue
I'm as useful as a fingerless hand
With no clue what to do.

Times of ferocity, and when danger is clear
And accusation is a statement
I have no hesitation, I know I am right
Standing proud, erect & blatant;

But with concealed perils and undercover issues
My resolve is like the wind:
Fickle, changing, higgledy-piggledy,
Sometimes struggling to begin -
It swirls in confusion, not wanting to offend
But sensing something underhand
That really should be said.

How do you stand your ground
And support what you've just said
When the only grounds to go on
Are thoughts & feelings in your head?

And if nobody else sees it -
If they don't feel the same way
Often rage & disappointment follow
You come to regret the words you say.

But I'm still a firefighter
Trapped tight in sheets of ice
My spark slumbers inside
And always ready to ignite.

It might look like I'm failing
Or struggling, barely alive,
But I assure you I will fight those flames
Because I was built to survive.