Go With Unsure

A free verse poem depicting the expectant, empty, and fearful — yet exciting emotions felt when approaching novel opportunities using the analogy of an arriving train. Theme: Overcoming the fear of the unknown.

La Gare Saint-Lazare, the Auteuil Line (Paris at the Saint Lazare Train Station) By Claude Monet

The anticipated moment is arriving, the train, approaching the station, and me, moi …
wrestling with my mind to finally proceed, nerves are gripping, excuses griping …
the ground, tremblante. Shaking from the unfeeling, empty iron …
and its nebulous tomorrows approaching me, moi on my platform …
with my anxiety biting harder than the shivery air. Me, moi
squinting through dusty, billowing plumes of uncertainty …
Wait! I see it! The train! Le train! Le train!

Reverberating through the air, my body, and my ears, mes oreilles, mes oreilles
and the pounding of fears in my head and my heart, ma coeur, ma coeur
or is it the sound of my thoughts and my doubts, mes doutes, mes doutes?
Constant and steaming; chuff, chuff, chuff; chuff, chuff, chuff …
the slowing, the screeching, the steel on steel …
it grates, il grince, il grince, mes senses
and … it … restssssssssss.

My train awaits my response, hissingly biding its time…
its steam incessant, thoughtlessly pouring like sand from an hourglass …
mechanically breathing, billowing out its bottomless mists of the unknowns …
its clouds suspended, threatening, stifling, étouffante, étouffante
as foggy figures scurry here and there and do not notice me, moi
clutching all my mind-baggage, deciding, grappling …
alone in this crowd with no one except …

— Could it be? It’s UNSURE! —
I understand! I will not venture alone, non, non, but with my companion of old, Unsure!
Unsure welcomes me, “Yes, I am here too! I exist, but that is acceptable. Now let’s go!”
My hesitation. “What about Fear?”
Unsure consoles me, “Yes, Fear exists too. But that is acceptable.”
Unsure strengthens me, “Fear exists, but we will go anyway. Let’s go! Allons-y! Allons-y!”
My pause. Unsure directs me, “Retreat? Non, non.
Unsure embraces me, I embrace her, “Together, we will GO ANYWAY!”

Together we stare at the train, le train, le train
it stares back at Unsure and me in the bustling, industrial station…
all alone in the hubbub, but STRONGER together, ensemble, ensemble
the anxious steam, now less potent as it meagerly tries to envelop us …
vapor ebbing, revealing through this crisp morning veil …
this iron giant, this looming gateway to the future, it waits…
waits … for … US.

It stares. We stare. Unsure and I, deciding, apprehensive, appréhensives, appréhensives
it questions us. Will we climb aboard, so laden with protests and qualms? …
But, we’re … moving … approaching … we’re walking, marchons, marchons
will we dare? Will Unsure and I go? Allons-y? Allons-y?
Au revoir, old securities, fixed routines, known everything? …
Bonjour train, opportunity, changes, novel everything? …
Last step, lift foot, s’élève, s’élève

— But wait, look up! Is this EXCITEMENT? —
Unsure! This is Excitement!
Unsure, meet Excitement!
Excitement jubilantly urges us,
“Move forward, dear friends! Let’s go, allons-y, allons-y!
The adventure is ready for the three of us!
Are we ready for it?
Yes! Now we will go! Oui, oui!

Boarding our train of opportunity …
Unsure, Excitement, and I …
together, we bravely step …
out of our shackles of comfort …
together, unsure but excited, forward, accepting the fear …
moving onward thanks to our steadfastly patient train of opportunity …
train d’opportunité, TRAIN D’OPPORTUNITÉ.