Cold Steele Courses through my viens
as I stand at a crossroads in my life.
The track is hard, cold, and unforgiving.
It has curves, bends, and is filled with suet and grime.
Nerves shattered by the enigma of strong forces that drive me
to an unknown domain thats less travelled.
The ruthless, isolating journey seats itself deeper into my mind, like a
cold winter tearing through my soul, it stings.
My breath, like steam rising in the air.
The roars of the rains deafening the sounds of my footsteps, as I walk
in silence, though somehow it comforts me…..and I welcome it.
The train and I are like one, venturing to far off places, exploring new heights, alone, built strong, and often cold and with no one to drive me but myself.
Standing skin soaked to the bone, shivering at the thought of crossing those tracks,
I brace myself, put one foot in front of the other, stick out my chest, inhale deeply,
and take my first step.
Realizing how much I resemble the mechanics of this huge strong machine, built tough, to last….built strong to survive……..
sometimes, remembering that we can get off track, but
never to loose sight of it…and whats at the end!