The Train…

Dark, Cold, Still and Silent,
Until the tailored key is inserted and turned clockwise to ignite,
With a kiss of life,
Initiating an exuberant space,
Designed to facilitate the needs of those with beating hearts.
The vibrations of the engines churn,
And there is light,
Heat,
Motion,
And the roar of power has been born.
Movement begins,
Steady and clear direction on the track,
Gliding smoothly on the designated path.
Choo Choo,
Chucka Chucka,
Choo Choo,
Chucka Chucka,
Start, Stop, Start, Stop,
Wooshing along and tearing through the air,
Punctual,
Vital,
Certain and with clear direction.
A safe haven for people to rest their feet and travel from A-Z.
But what about me?
I remember being one of those people,
Amongst those people.
Having a purpose,
Dreams to pursue,
Always moving up and forward,
Never looking back,
But I fell off track.
I got lost,
Stuck,
And I am waiting,
Wishing,
Dreaming,
Fantasising,
But I don’t think it is ever coming back.
So I stand alone in the darkness,
Without shelter,
Warmth,
Food,
Or a map,
Destitute with no means of contact.
I hear you all,
Coming and going,
You can’t be that far away.
That glimmer of hope is all that I have and hold onto.
Do you ever hear my screams?
You don’t acknowledge them!
I seem to have been forgotten.
I have definitely been left behind.
Yet I stand waiting to be helped and found,
Day after Day.