I took a trip
far away from you,
far away from my worries,
but of course, they traveled with me,
hidden for the moment
by the fast pace of the train -
rolling over tall bridges,
waterfalls and stoney mountains,

The pleasure of the changing scenes
was a huge distraction
from the darkness
that I left behind,
from the hurricane warning signals
that eminate from you,
from the lightning flashes
that shock my system into
negative electrical particles
that build up with no place
to discharge their toxicity.

Where is my sanctuary, my refuge,
the safe place of childhood days and nights,
of roaming through the forests
and swimming in nightime darkness
under a million stars ??
Where are the safe spaces in my home,
the corners of peace when I want
to retreat into my happy self ??

The train chugs along,
weaving occasionally, titlting.
My longing for my freedom,
lies hidden and surges every now and then.
I want not to try so hard
to find the flow
of my peacefullness.

As I watch the river winding,
breathing freely,
I come into contact with my own freedom.
My santuary starts to surround my being.

A deep white fog settles outside the windows -
no horizon line -
the occasional mist of a tree.
With every surge over every railway tie,
and with every breath,
I was closer to my sanctuary.

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