Journey Onward

She sits at an

Empty train station

Upon her baggage as if

It might be stolen,

Trains arrive, people

Get on, and then

Trains depart but still

She sits, refusing to

Pick a train to ride,

Where would it take her,

None have signs of

Destination, she might

Choose the wrong one,

Ending up somewhere

Strange, unknown,

Different, so she sits

Still, clinging to her

Baggage of what was,

In the silence between

Trains, slowly her grip

On her bags loosens

And they slip away to

A place in her heart

Where beautiful

Memories are stored,

Lessons learned are

Written, and the

Heaviness of pain is

Released, stillness

Becomes composure as

She finds herself

Timidly excited to board

The next train to

Arrive and just enjoy

The ride for if she

Does not like where it

Stops, there will be

Another platform to

Sit on and a new train

To board to life,

Moving on.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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