Seeing her,
Eyes such a daze.
Not knowing where her thoughts were,
All just a phase.
If only she would speak,
We would understand.
She is weak,
We lend a hand.
Nothing brings it out,
She is still lost.
What if we shout?,
So many roads she crossed.
Eyeglasses won't even show,
The pain behind those eyes.
She waits for the next blow,
And keeps looking at the skies.
S. Renee Hutchinson


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