The ash was black and burned my eyes
As flames waved
smoke crowded
Burning buildings once stood tall
before the hands of fire burned them to the ground
The water rushed from the hose
To put out the flames that had risen
The town cried with the sirens
nobody smiled
for the fire burned them away
from the children at school
to the men in the office
In unison they wailed
for the ones that they had lost were never coming back to them
They were never coming home
I don't even know what home is anymore
for my homes ceiling touched the carpet I sat upon
But when I see my loved ones across the road
blistered,
ashed,
scorched,
alive.
I ran by them, joining in with the tears
and held them close.
home was here.
alive.
broken,
but alive.
