Friday, January 13, 2017

Tracking Your Heart

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

To go on a journey you have to leave a place behind.

Hark back to the station at the start of a trip.  Hands held, promises made, bound by common memories and yet you have to go.

Fly away said the bird to the chick, flap your wings hard, soar and succeed.   The eyes that watched you grow, the hands that moulded you, are now setting you free.

You embrace that freedom.  You follow the tracks, find new paths, the tracks diverge, merge, cross bridges and you hang on for the ride.


Yet you return.  Love always brings you back.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

Our parents guide us, show us the way and then once we have grown they let us go.  I am beginning to slowly realise how that works.  In memory of my father-in-law who passed away in this week.  To read the other writers this week click here.  


10 comments :

  1. Dear Subroto,

    Poetic prose. Very nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Those tracks are often fascinating. Very well written.

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  3. How true. Nicely done.

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  4. Yes and that's the beauty with trains... you can get a ticket to return.

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    1. Indeed and they bring you back. Thanks for your comments Bjorn

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  5. You tried to hide your poem in prose and you failed.

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    1. It was there for you to find :-)

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