Ashes

It’s official.  My childhood home is gone.  Taken by the ironically monikered ”witch fire” of California.  My parents built something out of nothing…and once more, it’s nothing.  Ashes to ashes.

It was just a house.  I’m sure it was more than that to the people who lived there.  It was more than that to me.  When I have dreams of home, I dream of that house…even though I haven’t lived there in half a lifetime.

It’s hard to think about what lies under those ashes.  There are so many memories…and so many demons.  Should I be sad it’s gone?  Or relieved?  Can I let go now?  How do I let go of something that won’t let go of me?  The grip is so tight…even if I let go a thousand times I’m still held tightly in its clutches.  Imprisoned in ashes.

Only ashes.

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