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?"