Vague Panic

Escape from house
into dark snowy landscape
But
just beyond the snowy treeline
there may be
something coming

People have been here before
They did not survive
The snow has grown around me
Into soft, insurmountable walls
I find their memory card
I guard it and hope
Their mission has not all been in vain

Inside my own bedroom,
I hide my card and theirs carefully
In plain sight
among the items in the "I-spy" scene that is my room
In a bag
They will never look there.

They must not have it.
I see in comic-strip format
Images of bad men
chasing a young girl
All around her house
Forcing her onto her roof
Like on an episode of "flashpoint"
I saw once

She was a brave, strong girl.
I want to be like her.
Am I her?
Was that her in the snow,
saving the memory cards?
Because that was me.
I want to be brave and strong.