Trainline
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
Where is it? That light,
Everybody tells me is
At the end of the tunnel.
Maybe I forgot to pay the bill.
It’s not that bad,
Living in dark,
Knowing it’s okay if I die
At any moment now.
There isn’t much here for me
Yet I haven’t left
Possibly I may still have
Something greater coming my way.
Maybe I haven’t influenced them
Or…
Optimism!
It’s not what it should be,
Just leaving space for disappointment.
© 2019 Wendy Engela