Wheels are rolling, the train rattles on.
Ebbs and tides of memories, conversations
Of the past rebound like echoes in my head.
Childhood – the carefree and innocent years.
Adolescence – the dilemmatic years of self discovery.
This is my story.

Tender hands exchange sweets on the playground.
Mouths overflow with crazy laughter.
A solitary figure lurks in the corner,
Away from the derision and jeers.

Time flies, years roll on, I’m thirteen after all.
I stand by and watch; the procession glides past.
Pink pouting lips, cascading hair, and long limbs slip past.
I long to step in, reprimanding hands shuffle me aside:
I’m branded a misfit.

Then it’s career choice; I’m at the crossroads:
Boundless clamours erupt in my head:
Away with your silly ideas, go be a doctor, I’m told.
But I grit my teeth, and, this time, refuse to give in.

I see myself from a new perspective.
I make my world a world of difference
Unadulterated by the thoughts of men.
I am who I am in spite of the world
The train purrs on as life goes on.