Train Wheels

I sit on the train.
The dull hum of metal
wheels on metal
tracks lulls me to the point of
sleep. As the wheels fight
friction, slowly pushing
forward, I fight
lies. Truth that should
humble, bringing me
prostrate, instead battles a head held
high. Pride threatens to
corrupt, taking stance against
redemption. But my nature is
new; it is now
divine. I am like You,
tempted, but not
overcome.