The Train

THE TRAIN
I'm standing on the bridge during the darkest hours of the morning.
How fitting.
The rain and clouds mimic the turmoil in my soul.
The storm raging around me feel like a summer breeze.
The rain pelting my skin like butterfly kisses compared to the icy drops piercing my heart.
The wind raging around me is nothing compared to the squalls raging inside my troubled mind.
I've been thinking about taking this trip for a long time, but was always afraid to travel alone.
First time for everything I guess.
I had always contemplated this permanent vacation.
The end to bitter pain and possibly the beginning of something wonderful.
A fresh start, shall we say.
There comes a time in everyones life where the scenery becomes mundane and ordinary.
I was sick of the same old routine, living in this monochrome world.
I desperately needed a change, and I thought this was the best escape.
It's funny how my chosen method of transportation would be a train.
For many years the sounds of its ominous whistle lulled me to sleep.
Ironic really that something i was trying to escape would deliver me to my final destination.
I could hear it approaching town now, my heart racing as fast as it ate up the cold metal tracks.
Closer and closer it sped towards me, my steel carriage.
I stepped closer to the ledge awaiting my boarding, a little too close one may say.
The whistle shook my very being as I watched the blinding light emerge from around the turn.
This was it now... No going back.
I was going to do it this time.
Not like the other times where something had always kept me.
Perhaps me own fright more than anything.
I watched it speed closer, its chimes piercing through the night; not slowing a single bit.
I inched closer, feeling my feet lurch over the edge, welcoming this much desired trip.
No fear this time;
Just the feeling of returning to what I called home.
But then I felt it... you're eyes on the back of my head.
I turned, slipping, and you caught me;
A grip as hard as Iron; as tender as the love shining in your eyes.
You held me then.
I couldn't tell if it was the huge metal beast barreling down the tracks beneath our feet,
Or if it was the feeling of being in your arms, but I was shaking.
I had missed my boarding, my final vacation.
I had missed the Train.
...But I had still found my way home that night.