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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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The Climb

Sounds unfair..
An argument..
Over reluctant despair..
Held ignore for so long.
Sordidly unchanged..

Sulking along.
Endless wait..
Twitchy eyes don’t stop looking..
Undress the crave..
Go crashing with the waves..
Leave bereft by the shore.




Find a rock..
At the end of your block..
Roll up your sleeves..
Pulling up your creed..
Nail the climb..
By getting a sweaty grip..
Tis okay if you slip..

There's no rise unless you dip.
Take the plunge..
Go with the grunge..
Falling doesn’t baffle..
There’s ease while you stifle.
And when the ride gets steady..
Shell out the needy.
Stitch that soggy wound..
Clean the bleeding scar..
Once it turns itchy..
Dust away the black tar..
Push to seek at par..
Cause..
On arrival at the peak..
Every sight gets bleak..
Breathing clouds while you freak.
As the journey ends..
Left out marks seldom bends.
While you stand..

Staring down..
From above..

That let's you see nothing..

But a burning covet.
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