It is not the heat pressing against the door, telling us to turn back, do not come closer anymore. It's not the flames reaching for me as it takes and takes, leaving debris where a home used to be, and they wait outside, watching us go in, worried about what they will do next as our fire fight begins.
And the cameras are flashing, the mics are on, but the fire is thrashing, a wild beast refusing defeat as we battle and battle, blackened ash covering our feet. And then it all goes silent as we exit outside, shaking off another round of violence, knowing another fire will rise. It's not the fire I fear. It's fear our struggle won't break, but we will still remain here. But there's only so much that we could take.
And the cameras are flashing, the mics are on, but the fire is thrashing, a wild beast refusing defeat as we battle and battle, blackened ash covering our feet. And then it all goes silent as we exit outside, shaking off another round of violence, knowing another fire will rise. It's not the fire I fear. It's fear our struggle won't break, but we will still remain here. But there's only so much that we could take.