destiny passed by

Box cutter held shakily in weak hands,
Threatening the spillage of blood so blue,
A mind lying amidst life’s truth and pain
Begged for death as the train’s whistle welcomed.

Predestined, ordained, perchance bound to death,
I stood on the precipice screaming pain.
Flickers of life flashing to and fro called...
Beckoned with furor I had never known.

An old black and white photograph appeared,
Infant and grandmother before her death.
Some say she never heard the train’s rumble.
Some swear she was in a world of her own.

I, the infant, can’t recall meeting her.
Thirteen years later, my best friend’s mom...H I T!!!
Surviving the wreckage with years of pain.
Twenty-five years pass before I am called.

He, a man pure in heart, soul full of pain;
Some say he never heard the train’s rumble.
Some swear he was in a world of his own.
Some say he was pushed, some say that he jumped.

Flicker, flicker, flicker the light calls me.
Pain, heavier on my chest than the train,
Wills me, calls me, begs me to end it all.
Trembling, I stand, ready to sacrifice...

My legacy, my name, my heart, my soul.
The feel of cold metal against my throat,
The call of the shrieking wheels rolling to,
The flicker of death welcoming my all.

Momentarily, eyes squeezing to block...
The view is more than I can bare to see.
Tasting death, heart pounding so I can hear.
No thought of removing me from the tracks.

Waiting,

    waiting,

          trembling,

                  waiting,

                          waiti..

Suddenly all is quiet, no one’s here.
No one but me, A L I V E and standing there.
Destiny called me that day and it turned.

Crossroads appear now as I see what was.
My ticket, though paid for through all the pain,
Was not acceptable in God’s sad eyes.
As He shed tears, He revoked my train fare.

Two sets of tracks came to a vee ahead.
I knew the schedule, I memorized it.
Some how, some way, the train turned directions.
Within my heart I did to, I’m alive!!!