no sugar to coat.
There’s nothing left for me here,
No sugar to coat.
Burned bridges, now I use a rope.
Lost in translation, I say I choked.
Alone with my shadow,
dancing in the flickering light,
The cold leaves behind silence
as it turns to night.
There’s nothing left for me here
So, I took a train.
Not one to Georgia
So, don’t look for me there.
I left everything behind,
nowhere to be found.
The train with the tunnel,
my destination profound.
I met a friend,
It’s been a while
of pure intentions,
and a warm smile.
This journey has taught me to let go
and move on,
To cherish what’s left
and to make a new dawn.
Now I see the light
as the train moves on,
The past is behind me,
and my future is drawn.
TODAY’S REFLECTION
I originally wrote this poem in my early twenties, and it came from a very dark place. I was coping with life, misunderstood, and emotionally drained. If I’m being honest, this wasn’t a poem about moving to a better view. It was a poem about leaving earth.
At the time, I didn’t feel like there was anything left for me here. I felt lost—spiritually, mentally, emotionally. My words felt like they were getting lost in translation. I felt foreign to life itself. That train I wrote about? It wasn’t just transportation—it was transition. And that warm smile at the end? That was my grandmother, someone I imagined welcoming me with love and peace on the other side.
I want to be clear: I never attempted suicide during this time. But this poem was born from thoughts of wanting to be done with it all. It was heavy. It was dark.
But God.
About a year and a half ago, I went back and updated this poem. I couldn’t leave it as it was, because I wasn’t who I used to be. I wasn’t in that same place anymore. And that’s the beautiful thing about healing—it allows you to revisit the darkness and rewrite it with light.
God walked me through that tunnel. He gave me new perspective, new hope, and a new dawn. What once was a poem about death is now a poem about transition. About surrender. About leaving behind the weight and choosing life—choosing Him. And slowly but surely He is who I seek every single day.
There’s still no sugar to coat. I won’t lie about the pain. But now I know this: When you feel heavy, God can make you light.
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” - Isaiah 43:18-19