The Emotional Orphan

The first time
I heard the sound of the train,
Blood coursing, throat residue taste,
Hot wind droplets of sweat
From my inner depths,
Escaping to my forehead,
I was amazed.

The pain slipped away.
The memories, my bad actions
Became inconsequential, faded.
Leaving only a droplet of blood
In the crook of my arm.
On my sleeve.
Until twenty minutes later.

The first time
I saw ink bleed from a pen,
Baptizing me in Truth,
Birthing it into view
For me to acknowledge
And the world to see,
I was amazed.

The pain slipped away.
The memories, my bad reactions
Became inconsequential, faded.
Leaving only words on a page.
In my notebook, saved to disk,
Either way
Forever.