Runaways (comics)

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We are outcasts–



Thrown away

In the gutters


Running free

In all directions

O’er the city

Like wild horses

Roaming the wild west


We make our name

Fierce and strong


Hiding the truth

The vulnerability


While dark shadows

Berate and belittle

Chipping away

At our pride

Until we are nothing



Into the shadows

No longer seen

Or heard–



Waiting and suffering

In the streets

In silence

Tears of rain

Hide our suffering


Until a mustang

Cries out in pain

We band together

An unstoppable force

–A family


Never truly alone

Unlikely help comes

When needed


—100 words—

Here’s my entry for Trifecta: Week Eighty-Eight (band) mixed with 100 Word Challenge (wild horse).




7 thoughts on “Mustangs

  1. Cobbie's World says:

    Reminds me of the children in “City of God” about the bands of street children in the slums of Brazil, I believe. Thank you very much for linking up this week and for sharing your good work with us.

  2. The Real Cie says:

    That’s me you could be describing. Misunderstood, vulnerable, always looking for somewhere I could belong.

  3. Gina says:

    There is such a loneliness you portray in your poem. It is palpable.

  4. Kir Piccini says:

    The image was just as powerful as your words.. And both took my imagination on a ride.

    Many of us feel lonely even in a crowd, feel unwanted where we are being accepted and as human nature goes we ache for the connections.

    We are never really alone.. I think. We just feel that way sometimes.

    This was beautiful and sad.. Thank you for sharing and linking it this week.

  5. jannatwrites says:

    That is a nice ending, where the outcasts make a family of their own 🙂

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