The Train

As she stands - at the edge of the platform, she smells freedom, a scent - familiar but never truly known. red petals brushed her cheeks she smiles - flowers bloom in her sync wind flows the way she'd wished soft enough for her hair to dance And as she sees the train approach, getting closer every second, she feels herself inching toward her destination a place she’d only dared to imagine within the closed walls of her mind, a life of her own, for no one but - herself. She'd know no bounds but the sky her feet would touch every land - she'd ever dreamt of no chains that bind no hands to hold her still no lips to fence her world She’d fly, not away, but towards - towards herself. She'd sing in her thoughts, dance in her actions with no fear - but grace. She’d walk on the same streets in the dark - where she feared going in the daylight. No eyes would follow her like shadows, no weight pressed onto her spine, no duty to keep the world smiling. The breeze returns, few leaves fall down she crushes one beneath her step as if it carried all the weight she's borne so far the trains slows down, the track hummed her face lit up and so did the sun she leans to get close but then a honk another one - louder not the train but her alarm. She wakes up, hoping to still be in the dream - only to find it’s the same old room. And in a sleepy voice, she whispers to herself: "I couldn’t board it today as well, But one day I will, for sure… Or will I?"