Alcatraz Island at night. San Francisco.
Walls all around us, inside us. Some built of fear, some of strength.
A typical Alcatraz prison cell.
What’s it like inside your walls? Cozy? Snug? Cold? Dark? Rotten?
Are they keeping your heart safe, or are they keeping it lonely? Are they keeping others safe?
Whispers filter through the chinks. Come out, come out and play, they say.
The voices won’t wait forever. Someone else will grasp their warm hand and walk them toward the grassy dunes, open in the ocean wind.
Alcatraz Lighthouse
Marie's Meanderings 