She takes baby steps;
one foot after the other, after the other.
Her bare feet crunch on broken glass
and she winces as she walks.

She is surviving; striving
to turn her life around
breaking her cage and removing her chains
turning her face to a bright future

But as the rain streams
over gargoyle faces like tears,
she yells to passers by for help
and her calls echo back to her

They bounce off glass walls
put up to replace the shards
on which she walks,
unheard.

With feet tattered and raw,
she lurches onward;
turning her face from a bright future
as her blood mingles with the rain.