Reinforcements

Bright lights

Booming bursts

A tingle in our legs

 from a good hurt.

Screams and Laughter

Hour after hour

No cares in the world,

At least not in our holiday tower.

I wake up wrenching,

Gasping, clawing.

The last choke of smoke

Enters my throat

And when my lungs contract

They’re shot back

My body under attack

Slam to the floor,

Eyes glazed and fogging,

Flailing wildly, noiselessly, voicelessly.

Groping my way every inch.

Every extended second

Feeling like my last.

But as I give in I don’t see my past, in a flash—no.

Time slows down,

I begin to drown, into nothing

Into darkness.

Losing all sensation,

Just as my only salvation

Lays two feet from my outstretched hand.

I’d lost.

Finally lost the battle against my body.

…

But the WAR was NOT over.

Because we’d been raised together in Dover!

Reinforcements were sent swift,

Only to lengthen my given gift.

As my eyes clear out the dark

And welcome in the light

I know who me reinforcement was that night.

God’s hands had moved and he had followed.

And for that I was not undone.

I asked weakly as my head still spun,

“What happened?”

…

“Thank You Brandon.”