Cargo Train

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.