Last Station

(my own words)

December 2022

She seeks solace, a tiny mollusc of love or kindness.
Everyone thinks she is brave, and no one sees her pain.
A face in the crowd of people on a train,
where empathy has no name.
She is about to go off the rails.
Her wheels are misaligned.
Too proud to ask for help, or an ounce of anyone’s time.
Derailed, she crashes into the abyss, the last station on her journey and finally, she knows she has arrived home, bliss.

Copyright © 2022 Maggie Watson
All rights reserved

Published by In the Shadow of my Pen

Indie Poet and Author✍️ of four collections of poetry. Chronic Fatigue Warrior💪 Volunteer, Solo Traveller✈️ and Yogi🙏. Spilling ink from my heart and Soul. My writing is real and raw, so if you are looking for a fairy tale you are on the wrong site!

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