Destination Unknown

Photo by Patrick Robert Doyle on Unsplash

She sits on an empty bench in a deserted station,
gripping her ticket, legs bouncing,
hair billowing,
burrowing into herself in hopes of feeling at ease.
A train arrives,
large yellow letters flashing,
Destination Unknown.

She can’t tell why this is her train,
She can just sense it.
As she boards the train,
She grabs her coat tighter,
as if it were her sole source of comfort.
She roams through the carts,
each one as barren as the next.

It’s like a ghost train, lights fluttering,
the world outside whizzing past,
faster and faster.
She takes a seat in the middle of the train,
gazing out the window.
The route is uncertain,
Each stop is more intriguing than the last.

There’s no knowing if the journey
will be short or long, whether the
scenery will be rough or smooth.
She doesn’t know when her stop will be
or how long she will be on the track,
But that’s the way it is; there’s
no foretelling permitted;
You get on your train and
ride until you find your way home.

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Mum of a small baby, writer & artist enthusiast. fluent in sarcasm. I use too many hashtags, emojis & gifs. One day I will be that mum who embarrasses her child

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Samantha

Samantha

Mum of a small baby, writer & artist enthusiast. fluent in sarcasm. I use too many hashtags, emojis & gifs. One day I will be that mum who embarrasses her child