I sit atop a cloud like throne, here I am the King.

Answer the call of my rainbow phone, before it even rings.

“Please kind lord we need your help, can you save us sir.”

A call to action is the yelp, I’m there within a blur.

A fire burns in front of me, some children stuck their place.

I will help to set them free, I run up the spiral staircase.

I reach the top in a rush, the smoke it swirls around

The kids free from their near death brush, now safe on solid ground.

A ball appears at the kids’ feet, they run off to play nearby.

I join them relieved of fiery heat, kick the ball into the sky.

It changes to a rocket, and I am in control.

I reach into my pocket, and steer it to the goal.

A sea of hands lift me high, and put me on a stage.

I do a dance raising my thighs, like a spell cast by a mage.

But then I slip and start to fall, towards the ground is my head.

As the earth nears to end it all, I wake up in my bed.

A cold sweat on my face, it was all a dream.

I crawl across my bed space, back to real life it seems.

A rat scurried across the floor, but it doesn’t cause alarm.

There’s only one, I’m used to more, this place somewhat lacks charm.

I try not to wake the others, that share my room with me.

Sister, father, mother, all sleeping peacefully.

I look at my little sister, the scorch marks on her skin.

All bubbled with their blisters, from neck down to her shin.

It could be worse I think though, if I wasn’t there to shield her.

The firemen came too slow, for the blaze it almost killed her.

Instead I made the sacrifice, so it’s lucky I was there.

That’s just the way it goes in life, as I climb into my wheelchair.

I look out our dirty window pane, see kids kicking a ball.

What I would give to play again… but that won’t happen at all.

If I had my time again, I would do it all the same.

For she is always my best friend, my kin, my blood, my name.