Walking down those stairs
Onto the platform,
I stand perfectly symmetrical along the yellow border.
A border that I should not be near
But yet as I test the limitation of my will
I look over the edge eyeing
All that there is to see.
Covering the dirt ridden train tracks are
Used up metro cards, garbage, unsanitary water, sometimes a rat or two
And a horrible stench
A never-ending stench that has plagued us all in some way.
Each way can leave an unforgiving scar or prove that
Whether it will be a struggle to find a job, a partner or a path in life
The burden is on mine, yours, and our shoulders day and night.
A new decade, a new year, a new day, a new hour, a new minute, a new second
Each claim endless possibilities that we vow will happen.
We all vow to change, to correct, to guide ourselves somewhere new.
And yet at times I’m faced with just a cold hard brick wall
Silencing my thoughts, my pleas of a new journey.
Laying my hand on its cool rough ridges I just ponder on whether
Should I wait until someone tears it down for me or
Should I take charge of my life and climb it, surpassing the impossible.
I realized that it is about taking that first step,
That first leap into the future without hesitation
That will ultimately shape me into someone better.
But more importantly right now
It is about walking into the air conditioned R-train away from the stench
Taking me to unknown destinations.
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