The Fire

Inspired by Upon the Burning of Our House by Anne Bradstreet.

Yellow, orange, red

the flames grow higher

taking it all, including my bed

engulfing my home in fire.

Tears roll down my cheeks

All I worked for now is lost

My voice extends in shrieks 

How much did all this cost?

I remind myself they are just things

It is not necessary to live like kings

A chance for me to start anew

I am freed from my possessions

There are many more things I can do

I must now begin this new life session

I can travel without being held down

to only this one space

I can go to a new town

or go from place to place.

I now am free

to be completely me.

Author's Note

Not sure if this made sense but it's to remind people that things are just... things. Don't feel tied down to them.

Reviews

[Gee]

Tis the irreplaceable, photos, trinkets and the memories attached that cause the pain. Not some two bob sofa or flat pack wardrobe from Ikea. But you're right, society is ever more focused on the material things in life.
Nice poem Quinn W

[emptyinkwell]

I love that you manage to spin your loss as a major gain. Such an optimistic ending to an otherwise tragic story!

[Quinn W]

Thank you! I believe you can turn anything into a positive!