On the precipice of life and thereafter,
Stands a girl in yellow.
Clouds hang overhead,
Precariously close to exploding.
Much like the ones in her head;
And the voices that drove her here.
The voices she hears,
Day and night
Whisper slyly into her ear.
The voices, of the ones close and far.
Of those she once held dear.
Her soaked raincoat,
Her matted hair.
Droplets seeping through the fabric
And onto her shoulder bare.
She doesn’t hesitate
As she gets closer to the edge.
She leaps,
She flies.
The wind beneath her arms
The rains on her back
She’s finally free
Nothing to hold her back.
The raincoat flutters,
The yellow contrasts against the skies.
The one belonging she loved
And the only she left behind.
Oh if only she knew
That the world was her oyster
She wouldn’t have plunged, into
The darkness enveloping her.
But the girl in the raincoat
Like so many others
Fearful of being different;
Of being the yellow in the grey,
Leapt, and flew
And never looked back.