Every Tuesday I take a trip to the train station. I pack all that I have, as heavy as it may be set it upon my back then begin my journey. I stop at times when it all seems like it is too much and try to adjust my cargo But I realize that I am only slowing myself down when I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders I fake a smile, for undergoing such a weight is pain I breathe in deep and count my steps, fearing that I will only drown and what I have been holding back. I have a choice between going nowhere and going somewhere
So I choose.
And instead of hiding or quitting I let my burdened baggage go I open my suitcase, like an old wound Lift out what has been tattered and torn And set my burdened cargo free to the wind I face what I must, and find strength in what I am tossed and thrown aside I noticed the stares as overlookers pass But I give them a smile and stand up a little taller For when that is done, I have reached the station