{"id":2749,"date":"2024-10-09T14:59:59","date_gmt":"2024-10-09T14:59:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=2749"},"modified":"2024-10-09T15:00:01","modified_gmt":"2024-10-09T15:00:01","slug":"the-wrong-train-by-walking-shadow-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/the-wrong-train-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wrong Train by walking shadow poetry."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I boarded a train called us<\/strong>,
Excited for the journey,
Hoping it would lead somewhere special.
The ticket was my heart,
And I gave it willingly,
Not knowing how far we’d go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first, it felt right,
The laughs, the late-night talks,
The promises that sounded like forever.
But as the miles went by,
The doubts crept in,
Little signs that whispered,
“This isn\u2019t your destination.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stayed, though.
Told myself, “Maybe it\u2019ll get better. Maybe this is just a rough patch.”<\/em>
But deep down, I knew.
The stops came and went,
Opportunities to leave,
But I stayed seated,
Too afraid to get off,
Too scared to admit I had chosen wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With every passing moment,
The return trip got harder
Not in money, but in time,
In emotions spent on something
That was never meant to be.
The further I went,
The more pieces of myself I left behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I should\u2019ve gotten off at the first sign
The first time the silence felt heavier
Than the words we spoke,
The first time the love felt like a chore
Instead of a choice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I stayed,
Hoping against hope that it would turn around.
Now, here I am,
Realizing the cost,
Knowing it\u2019s time to step off
Before I lose more of me
In this endless, directionless ride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s hard, walking away,
Hard to accept that not all journeys
End where we want them to.
But sometimes, the wrong train
Is just a lesson in knowing
When to let go and start again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I boarded a train called us,Excited for the journey,Hoping it would lead somewhere special.The ticket was my heart,And I gave it willingly,Not knowing how far we’d go. At first, it felt right,The laughs, the late-night talks,The promises that sounded like forever.But as the miles went by,The doubts crept in,Little signs that whispered,“This isn\u2019t your destination.” […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2750,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-2749","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t