Economy class and smug
In my heels, silk-coat and my hair,
Wind-swept and deliberate,
My pass in my hand,
A lady in charge turning heads.
I feel like I've been rushing toward this train all my life,
And I can afford this ticket for once.
And It won't be alarming,
The bus station late,
Where the homeless get taken on stretchers away,
And the man intrudes the space where I sit,
But you'd think that it would be,
For someone like me--
PTSD.
But this is where I feel at ease
All those years I spent wandering alone,
Lugging every last thing that I had--
My baggage, a journal and pen
Saber-tooth in the jungle and me.
Tonight's talk is a bee in my head-
"The highest form of forgiveness, has nothing to forgive, and that saber-tooth served you."
It did it's best.
I've learned to travel light,
Just my purse on this trip,
A sweater, a scarf and some flats
Because the rest is at home,
Where I want to be,
And both of them loved me,
....I loved them back.
"...and this is what opens your heart" he says
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