The caves of her heart echoed
With all consuming loneliness.
Though surrounded by people,
Her soul found no companion.
Reverberation ringing in her ears,
Drowning out idle conversation.
Longing to feel a connection,
Irritation an open festering wound
From inconsequential surface blabber.
Hope found in the utterance
Of one like-minded magical spirit.
Regarded as ludicrous and out-there,
The words resounded sense to her.
Ideas and thoughts playing on repeat
To prove believability and realism.
Seclusion already fading in the light
Of friendship and stimulating discussion.
She’d discovered a member of her tribe.
Debbie Gravett © 2016.12.01
via Daily Prompt: Echo