I drew this picture during the class discussion of "The Traveling Poem" by Naomi Shihab Nye. It was also after Prof. Corrigan peeled, cut, and passed a piece of the onion to each one of us. I found the poem to be very creative. The discussion we had in class really expanded my thoughts of the poem. Someone commented how the onion was just as a person and all the burdens one carries. As the knife enters the onion it falls apart, just as in one's life when we carry so many burdens it just takes one cur and we all fall apart and our history is then revelaed. The truth is exposed, and we can then be free. We no longer have to hold everything in and pretend everything is okay but instead we can move foward.