The Echoes of Traz

Time stood still, it seemed to me

the cracks, the filth, the dreary atmosphere

all that remains of what once was the most feared place

was left untouched, the richness of its past

preserved, so we all can share the stories

that these stone walls once obscured

Behind the bar of a dark, cold cell

eyes closed, I stood there quietly

shutting out the noise of the coming and goings of other people

I tried to listen

I tried

I heard nothing

but the sound of my own thoughts

What kind of life would it be

to be confined in this place

with no one to talk to

but these walls

to be stripped off my name

and in its stead be given a number

Silent prayers

of men who did their time

"When will these gates open to set me free?"

But they knew the answer

Looking out the barred windows

they find solace in hearing

 the raucous call of the gulls

From the Ashes, We Rise

                             

"They can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shatter steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve."

                                                                                       - George W. Bush, Former US President

Departures

I love the idea of leaving. I always get this feeling of excitement whenever I'm at an airport, waiting for the announcement for passengers to board the plane. Now, you could argue that there is nothing more exciting than to punctuate the end of a journey by setting foot on the actual destination place. Yes, that may be so, but starting the journey, mustering the courage to put one foot in front of the other is an adrenaline rush, an experience like no other.

Yes, leaving looks a bit precarious. Should you go and challenge the unknown? Would it be worth it? What about those whom you will leave behind? Leaving poses so many constricting questions that many of us become paralyzed in fear; many of us won't even move one inch.  I've experienced leaving so many times. I've left my family behind, my home, my friends, my job; I left the life that I was used to. Was it tough? Yes. Absolutely. Now here's the kicker: I did it twice. I would be lying if I said that everything just went smoothly. It would be false advertising to say that things will eventually go the way you want them to. No, I don't really know what the future holds for me, but how would I find out if I don't begin the journey?

Leaving is painful, yet liberating. It gives you the opportunity to see what is ahead, and it also gives you the opportunity to look back and appreciate what is left behind. It is never easy, but truly exhilarating. The tears shed from the farewells are greeted with the smile of the uncertainty. We leave to move on, we leave to learn, we leave because of heartaches, we leave because of love, we leave to travel and we leave to experience life.

* Yes, that's a Mini in the picture. Some might argue that I should've chosen another car. Well...I like this car so argue all you want. :)

Exposed!

I've realized that the most exhilarating part of this is the exchange of ideas that sparks amongst people who love art, and I can't tell you how excited I am to share to this beautiful community!  In order to reach out to more people, I had my blog listed on Bloglovin. :) Thank you for visiting, and see you again soon!

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Tell Me a Story