Anne Skalitza is the mother of two sons who are on the autism spectrum. She is a former elementary school teacher and is now a freelance writer with many publication credits for short stories, essays, and poems. For more on Anne’s writing and her observations about life, visit her website.
The Trains Keep Coming
The 6:15’s coming ’round the bend,
can’t get that schedule out of my head.
Like thunder never ceasing its roar,
the trains keep coming
over and over again.
Sometimes music blocks things out,
more often than not I want to shout,
to scream, to get that thinking out.
And the trains keep coming
over and over again.
Got to go, got to get out,
got to get that thinking out.
Out to the yard, hand over ear,
I pace in time to what I hear
inside my head; driven by fear.
And the trains keep coming
over and over again.
Can’t stop me, can’t hold me back,
got to keep going and stay on track
until a calmness brings me back.
And yet the trains keep coming
over and over again.
Those trains keep coming
over and over again.
Hyperlexia Journal 