The destruction caused by the wildfires in Southern California, the place I call home, are horrible. I am deeply saddened by all the destruction I see, and the ashes left behind of people’s homes, workplaces, etc.
It is almost a testament to how temporary things can be in this life. What is important is that we love and care for people, cherishing them above tangible material items. A house does not make a home. It is the people in it that do.
In my writing I have a tendency to compare life circumstances and people to natural disasters, because while they can cause so much destruction and ruin everything, they can also be beautiful learning experiences that we build from. We start over and over again from nothing and we continue to build, learn, and grow. What is more human than that? What is more beautiful?
Here is my short poem wildfire that reminds me of someone I used to know. Enjoy. Comment. Like. Subscribe.
Smoke fills the sky
Clogging my lungs
Blackening my heart
I rummage through the destruction
Your name is written in embers underneath the ashes
You’re so beautiful as you burn straight through me
Ravaging all I have left