It is a difficult week with loss and grief –

And I am seeking a ride to a better place, a ride to escape my sorrow and pain! But sometimes the road chosen
by me is not the best, with twists and turns not expected!

The train whistle blew calling

All aboard, my mind

Said no a ticket I could not

Afford

Not listening to what I knew

I boarded anyway

The train was red with big

Shiny teeth

Grey puffs of smoke rose

From the chimney stack

I wondered if this train would

Ever come back

As we pulled from the depot I

Noticed a sign – ‘Twisted Train’ was its name

That should have given me a clue

As over the miles we flew

The conductor came around

I asked him where we were

Bound

When he said the destination

I quickly jumped up, that was

Not the destination I had in

Mind

I walked through the twisted

Cars, each one had a name

Fear

Doubt

Guilt

And shame

If I stayed on this train I would

Become distraught

My thoughts would set up a loop

And I could not get off

I besought the engineer “I must

Get off”

Slamming on the brakes as I

Pulled on the cord he asked me

Where I wanted to go and what

I was looking for

“Please sir, I have checked all

The cars and they are twisted

“Please let me off”

He asked me if I had checked

The caboose, maybe there I would

Find what I was looking for

Walking through the cars again

I opened the door at the very

End

It was full of thoughts and I quickly

Shut the door and fled

There was no more room for

One more thought in my head

Again I pulled the cord and pled

With the engineer to let me off

Finally at the end of the route

He stopped . . .

I sat on the bench waiting for the

Next train to take me to a peaceful

Destination, one I could afford.