I waited for a dream to remember,
instead a nightmare arrived;
vividly, in full color and 3-D.
There was smoke and fire and tiny little spaces,
no control, unable to move,
and the main character was me.
I could not speak, to ask for help,
I could not yell to warn others,
I was stuck in the middle of a catastrophe.
What is it deep down that stirs up these scenes?
I am so glad they are few and far between.
Trying to write it down has been a difficulty.
Let’s move on.
Seasoned 