I Hear a Train in the Distance

I hear a train in the distance
A low, slow, long sound
Warning anyone, anything trying to cross the track
I glance at my clock and see the digits three, four, and seven glowing in the darkness
I lay my head back onto my pillow
To face the darkness between my body and the ceiling
Insomnia wins again it seems
My hands are clasped together on my chest
Feeling my own slow and steady breath
Maybe tomorrow when my mind and body are fully awake
I can appreciate and thank God that I’m at the very least
Still breathing.

 

©AyalaRain