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GHOST TRAIN by Julia W. Prentice

A train that passes through my town, seldom seen but often heard, inspired this poem...

My life is revealed in the metaphor of the train with heavy cargo passing by. Often I speak of the past as it informs my present life and hopes for the future. Though the path is often dark, there is the light at the end of the tunnel I am always traveling toward.
Ghost Train
by Julia W. Prentice


I hear the ghost train whistle
Echoing through the past
Its lonesome wail encompasses
The heartfelt doom inside
Left overs from the shredded history
Known as my story, my undoing
See the indelible marks ride on
Stains of guilt and shame
For things both done and undone
Stains no bleach of regret removes
Marks unforgiving and of unforgiveness
So the train thunders on
Tracks are rusty from the tears
Fallen in the ashy dust of long ago…
Does the engine ever cease?
Cargo of loneliness and fear
Anxiety and deepest sadness
Carried on forever
Car by car they pass
My sight blurred by the wind
And burning remorse
Whence goes this train?
It travels in my soul.


Julia W. Prentice: A deeply feeling Cancer, Julia has been writing since her teenage years. She is the mother of three sons, has successful careers in teaching children, interpretation in sign language and assisting persons with mental health challenges to find their own paths to recovery. Living with her love and partner of over forty years has brought contentment and much fulfillment. She writes like she breathes: incessantly, some in ragged gasps, some in whispering sighs, some in mighty shouts. Always she is driven to write. Recently after taking a women’s online writing course she has heard the universe telling her to share her writings. You may find them on her blog "A Shooting Star" here



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