Arson

I watch as the flames hungrily consume the wood,
Old paint curling into ash and floating upon the breeze,
My past before me tumbles into itself, no longer self-supporting,
As the smoldering ruins crackle and scent the coming twilight,
I shoulder my rucksack and turn away from the house of my past,
The dirt path ahead tinged with flames from the setting sun,
My journey begins renewed, as my past is dust upon the wind...

Reviews

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

This is very liberating!
It nearly reminds me of the part in Forest Gump where Jenny throws rocks at her old house and smashes the windows.
This is an excellent write.
"My journey begins renewed, as my past is dust upon the wind..."
Sometimes starting over is the best thing one can do.
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.

-Elissa :D