Somewhere amidst the smoke,
You will find a soul,
Which is solitary and faceless,
And yet so elusive.
A sweet little face,
Trying to whisper,
Breathing in air, side by side,
Waiting for a breeze that never arrived.
All forced her to smile,
To hide back, the dull ache.
Slowly at first,
But then, it became a natural thing,
With a conflict like a storm raging inside.
She had known pain,
By hiding her sadness in a plain sight.
Her spirit refused to be wooed,
For she recognised an actual connection was truly a rarity.
Sometimes, the soul struggles within
Affected and bothered by the hurts of unknown.
And sometimes, this soul swings around,
Even at your friendliest,
There is a part of the soul untouched.
Holding you back,
When a part of you becomes a stranger.
Such a faceless feeling, isn’t?