do i sleep by a railway?

no place to lay her head. no where to store her things - her things? what belongs to her? shoelaces. mismatched shoes - too small.
broken. discarded. forgotten.
am i a romantic? over analytic? ...

i see and hear things. things that should break you. things that should tear your heart from your chest. i don't cry. my heart is steady. it barely moves.
...is it like sleeping next to a railway? where at first you're startled awake every three hours with the train...then only once a night. ..then you sleep soundly as if you lived miles away.
am i miles away? am i numb? ...

it isn't like sleeping by a railway. it isn't apathy. it isn't tolerance from exposure. my heart does mourn the cruelties of the world...the evident and disguised injustices, the overlooked, undiagnosed, untended injuries ...but though my heart mourns, it rests. it hides in the steadfast hope of Christ. the world is full of sorrow...Christ is hope. ..and even in a world such as this, my heart is full. ..overflowing with the power of Christ. with his hope. with his love. with his truth.