We are outcasts–
Runaways
Unloved
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
–Surviving
Hiding the truth
The vulnerability
While dark shadows
Berate and belittle
Chipping away
At our pride
Until we are nothing
Fading
Into the shadows
No longer seen
Or heard–
Alone
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).