Photo Credit @Claire Fuller
The Things We Lost in the Fire
The firestorm swirled down the mountain of regrets, pausing to devour the last vestige of us. No amount of retardant could stop the advance. All that remained after the battle was ash.
You had used the children as kindling so even they were lost to me, lost to us.
Our sanctuary destroyed, we left the kids adrift in the wake of our transgressions; forever looking for the bits and strands of things that made us a family.
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Tracey Delaplain, MD 
Chilling!
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Dear Tracey,
You’ve wielded your literary scalpel and sliced through my heart. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ouch, sorry. Thank you Rochelle.
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Now I’m depressed, thank you very much. Of course, there is no fire, only the impact of regrets across an entire family and I sure get it. Something happy next week please?
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I thought I would write an ode to Ken Bone next week. Ha ha
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who?
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Nice imagery, sad topic, beautifully written!
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Thanks Ali.
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Powerful and so sad!
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and so common unfortunately
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True.
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Beautifully done. With feeling.
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Thanks Sandra.
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Lovely extended metaphor.
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I must think in metaphors because they show up so frequently in my writing. *sigh
Thanks Claire.
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(Love the sigh). Sigh.
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That was beautifully written, Tracey. I have to agree with Rochelle; you wielded your scalpel most deftly.
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Thank you Dale.
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This is beautiful. I love the flow of words, the heartbreak in them. Kudos!!!
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Thanks Alicia.
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I imagine you can only see the destruction of divorce in retrospect, otherwise why would they leave scorched earth behind? Thank you for the kudos.
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Very powerful and sadly so true for far too many people. Well done.
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Thank you Clare.
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The metaphor of the firestorm and sacrifice of children is chilling… I imagine booze and bruising.
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I can see that. I was thinking as the children as fuel to fan the anger but of course children are often physically harmed as well. That adds another layer for sure. I know that if anyone had tried to harm my children then I would have “brought the fire” myself. Thanks Björn.
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beautiful words… still they evoked so much sadness.
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Thank you Paridel. I’ve been enjoying your travel photos.
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great! 🙂
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Using children as kindling was a powerful metaphor …a sad story beautifully written.
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Thank you so much.
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What wonderfully effective writing, Tracey. It made me shiver!
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I can never understand how divorcing couples can use their children as pawns or kindling. I’m glad that I have never had to make those choices. Thanks Amy.
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What a sad story–well told!
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Kids as kindling…very good/bad indeed!
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