Soul Searching — Remembering City Life

by Melody Jean

A Soul Searching Contemporary Seeker


It was safe.

I felt safe.

So I ache for those days;

the cold city streets.

Feeling alive, but dead inside.

The oxymoron of it all.

A place to be lonely, but never alone.

With crowds about.

So it was safe;

safe to wander the congested, noisy and hard plateaus.

Where grass were small pebbles

and fire hydrants trees.

Lost to the loud silence inside

drowning the clatter about.

Nobody knew me or cared.

It was safer there.

I was safer there.


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