Thoughts move like a train
and sound like the pain
That I have always received from those who stray
from a path of kindness.
Hidden as it is
their silence is dismissed
When it comes to their own secrets.
Insulting is triggered by something
they dare not talk about
But when it comes to being
alone with their thoughts,
they scream it aloud.
Abuse is a ripple
and a magnetic pull
for those who give and live through it themselves.
A constant flow
of nothing but snow
raining upon the world and casting out the hope-filled glow.