Veiled Solitude

Beneath the cloak of blue, a soul is cloaked in silence, A canvas of emotions, yet no words are spoken. The rain, a silent witness, weeps with her, Each droplet a tear, each shadow a memory. Her eyes, windows to a world unseen, Hold the weight of storms past and futures untold. The hood, a shield against the world's harsh gaze, Yet it cannot hide the depth of her being. In her stillness, there is a storm, A tempest of thoughts and feelings, A quiet rebellion against the chaos of life. She stands as a beacon, a solitary figure, A testament to the strength found in vulnerability. Her gaze, a mirror reflecting our own inner worlds, Inviting us to see ourselves in her solitude. For in her eyes, we find our own truths, And in her silence, the courage to be still.