Travelling mind

It all began when I was left alone on the highway of life with two boys. A single parent with two kids aged 11 and a month-old baby is not a life for a young mother in my society. But I took life as a challenge to prove to myself I could look after my boys alone. For I had a full-time job and plenty of love around me.

Family and friends were my strength. I had my children so I had nothing to lose. Deep within was that voice telling me I could go to another land. Yet fear was always at the door of my heart telling me I would fail. So it was for those years of fear and doubt I carried around with me. A pot of gold I clung to it and it sure got a hold of me and I sank into myself.

Years rolled on and life for me got me into another path. I thought I had finally found the love of my life. But sadly it was but a life of hell on earth. Ego and self-pride throw me into another path of deafening silence. I had no freedom of speech no freedom of movement. Treatment of my sons was as if they were labourers at home. It broke my heart.

I watched in silence as the children were treated as if they had no mother. I couldn't do anything for them for fear of them being treated harshly. So I just kept my mouth shut. Yet deep within was that dream of flying away to a foreign land. To live with a man from another land and watch the sunset on his land. But reality dawned it was impossible at this time and age. Mine was a mind in an illusive world that just may as well travel to another world in my mind. Wanderlust at its best.