Not Alone

Alone

She sits on the train

Looking out the window

At the blue sky & the sun shining outside

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She sits close to the window

Trying to let the sun in

Hoping it'll penetrate her shell

And warm up that cold, empty space inside her chest

Where her heart's supposed to be

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But there's a storm raging in her soul

And all the sun in the world

Couldn't outshine her sorrows

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So she moves away from the window

And closes her eyes

Hoping that for once, her dreams will take her to a happy place

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Where she has friends

And it doesn't hurt to smile

Where she's never scared

And her body doesn't ache with it's hollow emptiness

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But as usual, her head is filled with nightmares

Broken hearts & shattered souls

Torn people, longing to be whole again

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Oddly enough- she's comforted with the feeling that she's not alone

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That others are struggling just like her

And that there are more empty chests

Raging with terrible storms

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More arms that are scarred and hidden from the rest of the world

More fears

More secrets

More heartache's

More pain

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Just as she's starting to settle in to this strange, alternate world

She's jolted awake by a loud clap of thunder

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She looks out the window

The sun is gone, and the blue skies have turned to gray

There's rain streaming down the glass beside her

And she moves over a little, the water pouring down the sides of the train reminds her of the tears pouring in her soul

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A bolt of lightening flashes across the sky and she moves a little closer

The jagged streak in the sky almost identical to the scars on her arms

And, she finds that when she looks right at it, she can close her eyes and see the funny shape

Like the scars, that begin to fade, but when she closes her eyes, are all she can see

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She moves right over, as close as she can get when she hears another clap of thunder

She's no longer alone

For at least these breif few moments, the world is storming like she is

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And if she pays close attention to the storm outside

If she listens carefully for the thunder

And concentrates on counting until the lightening flashes

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She finds, much to her amusement

That it can almost drown out the sounds of the storm in her soul

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For the first time she can remember

In many, many years

She is comforted

And not completely alone