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Why Fireworks Scare Me

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Why Fireworks Scare Me

People just don’t understand
Why sometimes I jump in fear
Or why I cry and cower
When a loud noise I hear

People find it amusing
When I start to shiver and cry
They simply have no idea
Or know the reason why…

Fireworks are a horror...
To try to enjoy the display,
I have to cover my ears
And pretend that I’m OK

Loud noises send me screaming
Away to find a safe place
They make my go for cover
As I try to hide my face

I just feel like suffocating
As I relive bomb shelter days
The smell and the sickening sounds...
How I was always in such a daze

Dad would yell at us to hurry
As he’d lift Mama on his back
MS meant she couldn’t walk
Would they survive this attack?

We scrambled down the stairs
The bombs' whistles in our ears
I could hardly take a breath
I was choked by incessant fears

In the dank and smelly shelter
We could do nothing but pray
As we counted all the neighbors
We wondered how long we’d stay

Then came that awful day
The blasts set the campus a flame
Our pine trees were burning up
The men tried that fire to tame

I ran to the bomb shelter
But no family was there in sight
I started to scream and cry
Would my family be alright?

They finally put out the fire
But oh, the devastation
People were dead and dying
In all parts of this nation

Shrapnel came through our closet
And chewed up all our clothes
We were thankful we weren’t there
Or we too would be full of holes

Then on campus they brought a tank
But they’d warn us when they’d start,
That gruesome work of shelling
I saw our lives just fall apart

My friend’s father lost his life
Some saw loved ones blown away
My brother and wife were lucky
But they carry scars to this day

Lebanon is steeped in beauty
But the war has marred me for life
Sometimes memories flood back
And I’m reminded of all the strife

It’s when I hear those loud noises
And I feel the ground start to shake
I feel my life will be over
“Protect me, for heaven’s sake!”

So when July 4th comes along
And you celebrate liberty
Think of the firework display 
And what that does to souls like me.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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  1. Date: 4/4/2013 7:17:00 AM
    This was a well written story, but I admit I didn't know where it was going. I'm ignorant of these things, as far as the experience, and thank you for sharing. Now I understand.

  1. Date: 4/4/2013 6:31:00 AM
    That would be a horror to have lived with and carry the memories so firmly implanted in your total being..This work is very emotive and descriptive of this time of your life..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Sara

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 4/4/2013 6:57:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks, Sara. Your post means more to me than you know. I've been a bit down today and you came to my mind...lo and behold...a post from you! Thanks for your kind thoughts. I won't ever NOT jump when I hear loud noises. In fact, at the time...my father wanted to send me away to Cyprus because it was really disturbing my sanity. God is good. He is our refuge in times of trouble! Hugs!
  1. Date: 4/3/2013 6:34:00 PM
    My Gosh Eileen, this sent shivers down my spine, I am so glad you chose to share such a deep memory with us, your right, we react differently to things depending on our past experiences, your a lovely soul, strong for what you've been through, and God will heal the fear in time, love xxx

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 4/4/2013 6:59:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Mystic Rose....I'm so grateful to for your loving words. Sometimes you can't forget. When you look at your loved ones faces and see the scars...it reminds you. But thankfully, we have recovered. God is good. He won't allow us to go through more than we can handle. Thanks for your love!
  1. Date: 4/3/2013 4:59:00 PM
    Oh sweet Eileen ...all across the world God tells us he knows every hair upon our head...no matter where His children are they are protected until He is ready for them to come home..He left you for us...love and kisses MD..I hope someday you can turn the fear into rejoicing that you were special enough to be in Gods care.

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 4/4/2013 6:56:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    OH MD. Your words touch the deepest recesses of my heart with healing. Thank you! I do love you! I know the Lord is good. "For I know the plans I have for you," He says, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future!" May His name be praised! Love you!
  1. Date: 4/3/2013 3:44:00 PM
    Wow you just never know peoples stories. This must have been awful. So glad you and your family survived.

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 4/3/2013 3:49:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Yes, I'm thankful as well! My brother and his wife were part of the casualties in the assassination of the Prime Minister. They were having lunch in the nearby Phonecia Hotel when the blast went off. The glass of the restaurant imploded and lacerated their faces...It's a LONG story, but they have deep scars on their faces. Yes, we all have stories to tell, don't we?
  1. Date: 4/3/2013 2:37:00 PM
    You have all the right to feel the way you do. Those memories will never leave you thank you for sharing your story.

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 4/3/2013 2:42:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    I have no words to describe the bomb blasts...My husband, who was a fellow student at the time, almost didn't make it to the shelter. As he was running across campus, a delayed action bomb landed in the soft earth beside him. When it did go off, the blast knocked him down. His friend who was behind him...actually thought he had died. Ah...memories. Thanks for your kind comments, Robert.