A passerby watching the crowd

Grey clouds surround her, 

Blinding her outlook on life, 

Shattering her impression of love, 

And tearing her understanding of friendship.

Frozen in the middle of the wide street, 

With streams of people treading past her, 

Never once taking heed of her presence, 

Treating her as invisible.

Her heart weighed by life’s stressors, 

Closes up to those around her, 

Protecting her emotions, 

Sealing her feelings in a vacuum.

Her legs are heavier than bricks. 

With each breath, 

She summons the strength to face her path, 

And the demons that stand before her.

Her eyes are devoid of glimmer, 

Dimmed by the pain she now suppresses, 

With the anguish she suffers alone, 

Away from her support system.

Her face is fixed in stoicism. 

The color of ash paints her skin pallor, 

Draining her of a soul’s comfort 

And lacking radiance.