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.
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?
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.
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