A train races through the night.
Frightened, I close my eyes and try
to stop the train from crashing
into the walls of my peace.
The train races on.
The engine is overheating,
I can't find water to cool it off.
It is going too fast.
The rails are curved, spiraling.
They lead the train into the memories
I'd rather abandon.
My heart pounds.
Caught in my throat,
the fears of my past,
the cries of pain.
The train gets faster.
A handbrake catches my eye.
The relief of calmer times,
though I can't remember perfectly,
gives me pause.
I pull the brake, screaming.
Halting, the train seems to slow,
If only for a moment.
It still goes too fast.