More seeds of shadows

Today found a scar above my knee

Memories flooded back to me

But which of two memories can it be

God what is happening to me

First the storm howls about me

Waves pound and pull at me

Salty taste fills my mouth

My ears hurt by storms scream

I fight to not lose feet or planes

Chaining planes and gripping toes

Chains break planes set free

Tumbling over and into me

Toes not made to grip on steel

My body by storm tossed, reels

Rain like knives my skin peels

Wind knocks me back on heel

My friend dies in howling storm

His death is a howling wind in me

But is this where scar begins in me

I do not know and yet to see

Second is fire raging storm at sea

Fighting the fire for life of me

Wall of fire pouring forth from sea

Heat burns and melts about me

Pouring water doing little good

Other hose keeps me alive

Artificial air keeps me alive

Tag teaming men fight fire

Weary men drag hose and feet

If fire wins we lose our life

Not sure why fire goes out

Cause of water or oil runs out

My clothes are gone shoes melt

Blood in places all about

Weariness from bone to soul

But the ship if not well is whole

(I remembered later after the first event I was so distraught I went to the catwalk and jammed a screwdriver into my leg to alleviate the pain. It didn’t work.)