The Other Side…

Cacophony precedes each dreadful day

These shattered souls stay shackled and dismissed;

Despair then beckons her down the abyss

Disdain takes over, leading her astray.

While wary of the endless misery

That shall persist lest she abandons ease,

The yearning for belonging never leaves

But neither does the struggle to be free.

Alone, she trudges to the foreign scene,

Where lively chatter muffles every thought

And broken cobbles prick her trembling feet.

The gentle touch of rain much unforeseen

Reminds her nowhere could be that distraught;

Return would render her worth obsolete.