A Savior-A Poem for Haiti

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A Savior

In amongst the rubble,

Trying hard to breathe,

Calming myself,

But I know I can't leave.

I lift myself up,

Looking around,

Seeing the destruction,

That's all over the ground.

I start to panic;

Where is she?

My wonderful sister,

Who is everything to me.

I start to get desperate,

Looking for her,

Crying to myself,

All around me is a blur.

I find her,

But I need to be quick,

I need to get to her;

Lying there under all those bricks.

I reach out to her,

But she does not reach for me,

She stares blankly,

I am here, why can't she see?

But I do not give up;

I need to find help,

I'm so scared,

More than I've ever felt.

I reach the rescuers,

And they look confused,

But they follow me,

Tired and bruised.

And then they spot her,

And with joyous shouts,

They free her,

All determined and without any doubt.

When she's back above ground,

I can see she's not hurt,

Apart from some bruises,

And some blood on her skirt.

They wrap her in some cloth,

And hold her tight,

And I feel really happy,

Because everything's alright.

A few hours later a body is discovered

Crushed, buried deep in the ground

Lying underneath all the bricks and the rubble

It is my body that they found.

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