Sink Series: Poem 1

I stood on the platform breathless

With every movement of the tracks

The world began to crumble beneath me

I leaned against the tall, strong pillar

Like a rock on a cliffs edge, it seemed to teeter along with my body

At an angle, I slipped endlessly into the ground

My head dropped into my feet and the wind swept me away

Like a ton had struck my chest, the train sprinted to a halt

With every step, heavier and heavier

I tumbled onto a cold, blue bench

In a car filled with bodies, I felt empty

Compartmentalizing my physicality, I turned to my thoughts

A page on “success, life, and work”

With every word, my mind racked through its endless boxes of emotion

There was so much light in those black letters

Admiration and inspiration

I deeply felt the things a friend had described in that page

Passion and purpose, seeking what ignites hearts

Suddenly, my body didn’t ache so much under the weight

The train clattered to a stop

And although I knew I had to pick myself up off that ledge

I wanted to stay forever

I wanted to keep riding and thinking and feeling, endlessly

Sights of the world that were pure and washed with beauty

I breathed in softly and let the cold rush along my fingers

With every step, I looked further and further up

With every word, I healed. My lines stretched farther