Poetry Quickfire

Tied to The Track

Rumble right through me
as I strain against the rope
that tightens and strangles
with minutes crashing down.

Silent actress held in place
as I feel the vibration
that taunts and reminds
with distress building up.

Train hostage will phoenix
as I absorb the fear
that revs and startles
with intensity and quiet.

Thoughts can grab hope
as I declare against inaction
that stifles and snuffs
with ice and fire.

Hear that clicking reel
as I stand in black and white
that frames and considers
with ropes falling off.


For this poetry quickfire, I thought about those silent film heroines tied to the train track feeling helpless. Some days with the job hunt, I feel helpless, but most days I strain at those ropes. I tell my husband, "Let's keep fighting." Now I'm starting to hum the Rocky theme!

Hope all is well with everyone :) Thanks for reading!