Beautiful faces
in the most unexpected places
remind me that there's more to life
than this.
Each and every one,
a story all their own.
A lifetime of hurt,
of joy,
of perfect imperfection.
All at once
the crowd screams their pain:
**neglect
abuse
failure
loss
empty homes and
shattered hopes,**
they scream in utter silence.
You are not alone,
their faces whisper.
Their quiet reassurance more musical
than the song playing
in my ears.
Slowing to a stop
we each grab our bags,
exit without a word,
and scatter to follow each of our paths.
Unspoken therapy
at nine in the morning,
Forcing an interesting sense of gratitude
towards a broken down car
and a broken down spirit.