It looks different,feels different .The one place once full of colour,shrivelled.The ground feels dry and lifeless ,dead ,when it used to be a lush meadow.This scene, full of once happy memories, brings too much pain to bear . One last glance . I turn and sigh,tears begin to stream down my already wet face,but I don't try and stop them. My home is a wreck,a ruin, when it used to seem so strong.It's funny how one little thing can ruin something forever.I strain ,trying to remember my mothers words. 'life always keeps on living' , yes ... that's it . Life always keeps on living.I clutch my only belongings and trudge down the dirt road. This is what I need ,a new beginning. I turn back around,my back facing the memories and leave.This is it.
This is my entry to @her_story 's contest I hope it's all right that I wrote a metaphorical representation of my feelings
