In every ounce of pain.
There’s an opportunity.
To throw aboard the train.
That which needs to leave you.
Call it a cleansing.
Call it release.
But when that something leaves you.
Something else will takes its place.
That train slowly pulls away.
And you have to watch it leave.
As the thing that didn’t belong.
Is carried far far away.
As the tears begin to pool.
And you feel as empty as a ghost.
You start to learn again.
That which you love the most.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I