Welcome fighters all The only way out is through Hearts pump frenzied blood

Over stamped pages, From a life lived on the run, To escape from mundaneness, And seek a world of fun.

Frayed, bruised and battered, As it falls from hand to hand, A book that’s full of memories, From many trips unplanned.

Before my eyes close forever and I take my final flight, I want to see the world, and wallow in the sights.

I want to swim with the dolphins in Hawaiian water so blue. I want to climb the Great Pyramid, and stand next to the statue of Zeus.

I want to visit the Empire State Building, looking down on the world below. I want to stumble around and explore the Mayan Ruins in Mexico.

I want to ring in the new year watching the ball drop in Time Square. I want to travel to a Dublin pub to get drunk on Irish beer.

I want to ride a train cross country to see the Statue of Liberty. I want to be humbled in the Spirit as I stand in awe at Calvary.

I want my passport to be tattered, Its pages full of stamps and bruised. It will be our little book of memories, “The Adventures of Me and You”.

Modern day nomad, Lost and searching for a home, They will find it soon.

I am leaving the airport a different woman than I came.

The me I knew before you simply no longer exists.

She doesn’t laugh at what was.

She doesn’t cry at what could have been.

She is simply not here.

She is nothing.

She died when you decided she was no longer worth it.

But, I do not mourn her passing.

She didn’t know,

The hurt, the pain, the cost

Of loving you.

She did not know to put herself first.

She did not know to stand up.

And you are not to blame for that.

Instead of focusing on you

I should have focused on loving her

With all that I have

Instead of giving you the beauty of her

Without the beast.

Being locked Impossible to breathe Even if I’m trying My spirit want to move on with itself While my body still under gravity There is surely a bridge Between my reality and my dreams Should i get a ticket? Or something like a passport I get really confused when i realize That it already was a bruised passports

They say traveling is fun. I like to see the children in The foreign places run. I like to feel like the happiness in my Life has just begun,

But I think I forget where I came from: Broken windows and houses filled With loaded guns. Bruises that when touched Are no fun.

They say secret secrets aren’t fun They say secret secrets hurt everyone.

I can move from city to city And feel sprung But I can never shake the emptiness That follows me from Where I’m from.

Why do we always carry heavy chains From past remains?

It doesn’t matter where I go, I will always feel like my fuel tank Is on low. . .

Jess stood in front of her father. He stares through her holding an old sock he found on the floor. He slowly taps it against her leg like a ticking clock in slow motion. She stood waiting for a hug but not wanting to ask. Across the room her older brother is in his bunk bed. The duvet is wrapped tightly around him and he refuses to budge.

“C’mon Dylan! We’re going to miss our flight,” said their mother.

“I’m not coming!”

“Yes, you are. Now get up!” She looks towards Dave, “you need to move your son. I’m not dealing with this.” Katherine stomps out the room into the hallway and starts stuffing some clothes into an already full suitcase.

“Do you know what, he can stay here with you for all I care, Dave.” Jess looks over at her mum anxiously.

“What? But I don’t want to....” Jess pauses not knowing what to say. She really didn’t want to move country and live with her awful step father. But she didn’t want to leave her mother either. She looks at her father but he just sat frozen except for the incessant tapping. Her eyes meet his and it is like she is looking through glass. “I...I...”

“You what Jess?” She now stood close to Jess with her hands on her hips and her eyes widened waiting for a response. Her father suddenly stopped tapping. He gets up and slides between Katherine and Jess to leave the room. Jess looks down on the floor as she rubs her feet together swaying side to side a little. Katherine meets her at eye level, “What is with you today? You’re all jittery. Don’t be scared of flying. It will all be fine.” She kisses her on the forehead then goes back to her last minute packing.

Jess stares at the floor and feels hot tears roll down her feet. She couldn’t possibly stay with her father after what happened last night. But she didn’t want what was waiting for her on the other side of the Atlantic. She wishes she could stay with her brother or that he would come with her. She thought that her step dad wouldn’t dare touch his biological child. So, she knew she was next in line for the bruises.

I’m writing to tell you about one interesting book “Stive Jobs . The man who thought different”

An old document At the bottom of a pack Covered tattered Filled with memories And a bad picture Pack also Worse for wear Patched and pins Tell the tale Of roads Of seas Of dreams Traveled.