Alone by Pam Holbrook

Her voice goes unheard

However loud she shouts

She seems invisible

Small and insignificant

Nose pressed against the window

Watching the scene inside unfolding

Its comforting warmth

Of people sharing and laughing

She turns away

Walking back along the tightrope

Wobbling, falling

Starting again

Even in the midst of a crowd

She feels an alien cloak

Tightly wrapped around her

A barrier to entry

Living within her inner self

Is much like being washed up

On a desert island

Alone

The yearning to belong

Remains strong and powerful

And as the tide turns

She tries to catch the wave

To find the like-minded souls

Who have lived and loved

Unafraid to show their tears

And live life authentically