|PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields|
I see the ground slipping away as we ascend. Terra Firma the solid earth; firm ground, far below.
The land that shaped me, the one that tugs the heartstrings, Motherland. I see rivers, towns, and the vastness of its uninhabited stretches. I feel it within myself through the blood coursing through my veins, whispering, “we made you”.
Leaving behind a part of me, and the family ties that bind. Soon I will be soaring through the sky, the land a distant memory away. Till my destination draws near and I see the land that defines me now welcoming me home.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
Initially I was going to be lazy and use an extract from this The Blue Sky but then decided to do some work instead.