ME by Amanda Barr
I know I don't act like other people in my situation but I'm not other people. The strength inside me comes from my kids no one and nothing is more important then my girls. You can try to break my will, kill my spirit , and destroy who I am but you are not man enough to break me. My life will go on with out you and I will be happy and safe and you will never have me again. Stop trying to hurt me you no longer have any power over me. Just let me live my life and you go live yours.
Battling the Beast
Wearing class A uniforms, they sit sometimes for days, laughing, eating, joking...waiting for one sound, a tone that transforms them.
They abandon their armchairs for rubber boots, and their armor heavy and hot. Instead of trading jokes they relay directions, and orders, and shout reports of the status of the ENEMY--- "FLAMES ARE VISIBLE"
Fear and excitement grip the hearts of the freshest rookie to the oldest veteran as they jump into their big red fire trucks, perfect from washing, waxing and checking over and over. They pray that they have made no mistakes. The driver navigates the BRFT(big red fire truck) through the tight city streets that he knows as well as his family, dodging those that get into the way, hoping those he can't avoid will see him first.
They spot the ENEMY from blocks away - the column of smoke rises far above the trees, licking the sky.
They arrive at the scene, and again the battle cry is heard---- "FLAMES ARE VISIBLE"
Smoke fills the air and their lungs as they approach, hoses snaking, crisscrossing, coming to life as they surge the water from the fire hydrants to the fire trucks, that then sends the water to the hoses, turning them into weapons to use against the enemy.
The firefighters force open the front door, and a flash of liquid orange flame rolls out into the air trying to escape its defeat. With swords of water and suits of armor the firefighters advance into the structure, that is fully involved with flame, heat, and smoke.
They battle the BEAST nine or ten against one seemingly great odds.
But the nine or ten will win, emerging from the battlefield victorious as they always do, and eventually, they'll retire to their armchairs, thanking GOD that this time nobody was hit by the enemy "................FIRE................"
-author unknown -