God Help My Child

She's standing on the train tracks and the train is bearing down. She does not see the headlight and she cannot hear the sound. I am screaming out to warn her, but my words fall on deaf ears. She's living in a nightmare, only angered by her fears. As the massive train approaches, I can only stand and stare. I am powerless, a shadow in the quicksand of despair. The ground begins to tremble and it vibrates through my bones. My firstborn child, I've failed her, on the train track, all alone. ©Danielle White