Trains
Here I am
with all my bags scattered at your feet.
The train roars away, miles away.
With smoke piling out of it and no trace of me.
Had a nightmare last night
that I left you behind
hit me with such force that I
jerked awake and cried.
There was darkness looming ahead
but I just kept
doing what I was doing and
then it all caved in.
The thunder roared
and the lightning cracked,
death surrounded me
I was found with shaky knees
somewhere on Toledo streets
all I could think of was Home.
So I jumped in someone's car,
in someone's arms
and fled.
Cuz it was new and different.
I said Home,
Take me Home.
I called and called to say
I was on my way.
No one answered. No one was there.
But new people.
A Father who looked like my Father but a Mother who looked strange.
And I know wicked step mothers are only in movies. Only in movies.
That storm had taken everything I knew.
That nasty selfish storm.
You heard I was on my way
to go way
cuz I was in shock, it all came back
to me.
Have to start my life over.
Brick by brick.
Block by block.
The strongest material
so we can always stay together.
You did not push it.
You did not beg.
With the calmest, gentlest voice you said:
You were the most beautiful baby
I'd ever seen.
Born on a Tuesday
I remember that day.
Six pounds nine ounces
however many inches long
and smiling away...
Can't believe I almost left you behind..
Like some puppy I can't take on a trip
that I can just toss aside
somewhere on a country road left wondering what you did wrong.
You are people.
You are my people,
some of the best God made. So I dropped my plans ran and took a flying leap into your arms.
That darkness is still here
but it isn't everywhere.
Its starting to fall behind
will you dance with me on the other side?
And say we beat this
we beat this thing.
I cried oceans for twelve whole months
and I will continue to off an on
until my Home is back...
But now I'm here ready to gve give give
til I can barely walk walk walk
cuz I'm so worn out.
That's what I want.
Here I am take me back.
Trains will always be there.
Trains will come and trains will go..
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2012
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