The Traveler

“We have all been The Traveler, whether we knew it at the time or years later. We left our ponds, carrying only with us what self esteem we could to help us as we walked through the forest of our own thoughts.
Some would pass each other in the Lucus, the beacon of light, their values crafted into walking staves or sometimes weapons held over their shoulders. I never knew what they were moving on from.
They never knew what I was fleeing, and only now do I, long after I had carved away the thick bramble that had overgrown my eyes.”
When were you The Traveler