Articles of Significance
Heading back after a strenuous day
Looking forward to drifting off
In my warm cotton sheets
To ease the tension away.
But excitement comes into sight
Lights flashing
Sirens blaring
People gathered to see the fuss
I pray it’s not my problem as I drive up the street
Coming close enough to see flames
In the discharged windows
Gasping for breath as the tension grows strong
Bright yellow suits are dousing the walls
Scorched to the bones of the structure
Revealing the inner-workings of the shelter
I called home.
I skid to a stop and throw open the door
And run to the ashes of all the things significant to me…
I collapse to the ground in tears
And watch the flames char it down.
Then a car pulls up with a man inside
He comes up to me and engulfs me in his arms
His warmth and love tells me “It’s okay.”
And then I remember…
…I hadn’t lost anything that mattered.
This is pre-butchered, first poem for Creative Writing.

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