Whispers in Shadows

In the quiet alleys, where shadows dance and play, A lone figure emerges, lost in thought's gray. Her eyes, like windows to a soul so deep, Reflect the turmoil, the secrets she keeps. The world around her fades into the haze, As she walks alone, with a gentle, wistful gaze. The city's whispers weave a melancholy spell, As she moves through the crowds, her heart unwell. In this fleeting moment, she is free to roam, A traveler in her own, private, inner home. The darkness wraps around her like a shroud, Yet, in her eyes, a spark of hope is avowed. A journey through the shadows, she must abide, To find the light that will be her guide. With every step, she claims her inner space, And in the silence, finds her sacred place. The world may see her, but she is alone, In her heart, a world of her own is sown.