Friday Frhymeday: Off The Tracks

Off the Tracks by Brent W. Laartz, MD

Off the tracks, peering through window I fear

Could hallowed train derail again?

Tracks laid a future planned so well, oh dear.

I hear screeching metal damage began

Fallen deep this time in forsaken hole

Can't see daylight from this depth, I dread

Dark as night all around me, mercy to my soul

Climbing height to emerge may well be dead

Deep beneath the surface, can't breathe

Large waves above engulf my goal

Inundated, lungs depleted, leagues underneath

Looks too far to swim, too much a toll

Yet, second take, familiar harkens I do hear

Clanging iron wheels direction changed

Through foggy night diverged tracks appear

Stronger tracks laid, brighter days arranged

Now to see, was really just dark as night

Sunrise has come at last, no dread in stead

Shallow dirt, effortless step to emerge alright

Soul awash in green grass, toes pointed ahead.

Real mind’s truth, one strong exhale ablow

Waves mere ripples, a pool with no depth

One strong push, from head to foot below

Not far at all, it seems, from despair to fresh breath

Every fall, seemed failure 's deep embrace

Not so off track, as dark, or briny deep,

Small change manifest in mind’s own grace

Different tracks, bright as day, a splashing leap.

All it takes, reframe life’s wrong move

Each path a redirect, seen in new light,

Second efforts emerge atop to prove,

Ready minds vanquish, extinguish deep, dark night.

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