The ends of my body were burning,

My hands,

My ears,

My feet.

The wood beneath me was what kept me from touching the ground.

I got up.

I was surrounded by malady left from the people I live amongst.

The light guided me to a patch which seemed to have been untouched,

innocence and clarity.

The patch was left in protection from the fire–

the same fire that burned me,

I laid.

The cool grass seemed to have soothed my burns,

the heartbeat in my head,

the race in my chest

was running circles around everything around me,

It slowed.

I breathed.

My eyes were shut for most seconds,

I left what I knew to be bad,

behind me–

To hopefully find better–

ahead.

I did.

The past still checks up on me,

I still check up on it.