Contentment as stomachs are filled and calm resumes, Confusion at the swift conversing in the language of my blood, which means nothing to my ignorant ears, swirls around me. Frustration as I am excluded from the one place I can call my own.
With a start I snap back to the present, The water is ice cold, My hands are shaking, fingertips shrivelled.
It was only now I could feel the eerie silence of a dark house long uninhabited, Yearning for the presence of people who hadn’t been there for a long time, Relationships gone stale, Words etched into tombstones, Recipes long forgotten.
The water stops running, I switch off the light and silently let myself out, Leaving behind a plate that was no longer mine, Wiped clean of memories from a past now gone forever
In partnership with Write by You, a social enterprise supporting young female writers to develop their creativity, confidence and writing skills.
Pixie-Lou is studying classics, sociology and geography A Levels. She wants to study classics at university and has a passion for the ancient world and ancient texts. She also loves her dogs, football and Rubik’s cubing. She loves writing and usually focuses on political or social issues that resonate with her. However, here she focuses her piece on a personal aspect of her life, how families interact and how things can change so rapidly - it can be hard to let go.
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