Left

Hands that stretched down to reach mine. The first day at school, I was only nine. The air around me felt different. Kids who could not let got of their parent. How strange I never felt anything. Raging voices that passed through the wall, with no meaning to changed everything. With my life split in half. With each piece going it's separate way. I was the one who had to pay. School wasn't quite the same, but I could pretend. With achievement in the air, and a cluster of eyes. I tried to analyse. They did not attend.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Family relationships are always the most complicated and your poem explores an avenue of that truth. I don't think there's anything such as a "normal" family but some are more adept at hiding the skeletons in their collective family closets than others. I like the empathy and emotion evoked by your write. Well done, F.

[MrBlack202]

Yes, you're right no family is ever perfect. And family should always try to fix their problems. Thanks for your review.