On Boarding Pass

The well-trained heart Enters the departing station With measured steps, Boards the best car For the most comfortable Ride possible, So that the jerking engine And tracks Barely jolt it. As it chugs along at an Even pace until arriving in a Timely manner -- Even good hearts get railroaded. When we started our training We were doomed from the start Poorly engineered for at best a rough ride. Misaligned rails coupled with Excessive speed flung us off course; We were stuck in our broken heart. As we struggled to break free (Windows of hope seem small) I lost you in the ensuing melee And was crushed. I think you may have trampled over me Just to get out and breathe again. Now we're getting somewhere: How can you ride again, After such derailment?