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Poem: Awaiting Rescue

I am a writer. My passion is poetry. I feel words connect people together and help us to understand the feelings we share.

awaiting-rescue

As I listen with jittery nerves

To the raging wind

Fiercely howling

Shutters ripping away

Rafters banging on the roof

I ponder to think

What have I done?


“Fearless

I think my soul would be

No need to panic

I can ride this out

My life

All I own is here.”


Rain pelts down

Through the cracks in the ceiling

A pond on the living room floor

Recessed plywood rips violently off

Shattering glass.


I grasp the dimly lit flashlight

Rushing to see

Sheets of rain swirling down

Into a newly formed lake

Where my car used to be.


A sinking feeling

In the pit of my stomach

Grows deeper

Rapid pulse of panic

Engulfs my body

Awaiting anxiously for rescue.

© 2019 BRENDA ARLEDGE