Poetry

Destiny (#242)

Quartzite fog nesting on my face,
Instinctual soul guiding me along,
My train whistles to me when it stops into place,
“Thump-thump” my heart drowning out a comforting song,
STUMBLING.
FALLING.
RISING, again.
Lost, finding my way to my train,
Tumbling through the doors, I am finding my way,
The whistle sounds again with deafening pain,
“Tickets please, Tickets”- am I here or am I astray,
White suited man reaches for my ticket in hand,
The destination on the ticket is unseen to mine eyes,
Taking the ticket, he smiles, the white-suited man,
“If you stumble, if you fall, be strong and rise.”

Any Thoughts?

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