Maelstrom Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Choices made
dredge up old ghosts
for final blows.
One more strike of the gong
on a journey way too long,
lovers have come and gone;
a family exhausted in hope.

Thank God, at least one heart
found her way.
The rest,
to this day
caught in a maelstrom;
twenty years
sucked away
in oceans of tears.

Time to ride the losing train,
‘round hope’s bend;
time to pack up again.
Only this time
no one else is on board
for a ride
that never ends.