Alone

Her footsteps never overshadowed

She burdens everyone she meets

Words stumbling into strangers

Sentiment spilling onto streets

Soothed by harsh retort

Untouched by cutting mock

She clasps her letter tighter

As understanding

Thwarts her rock

Another chance to liberate

The shackles of seclusion

Through deafening isolation

To post her self-delusion

Freedom stolen for a moment

From the prisons of her kind

Solitude and loneliness

Corroding peace of mind

Branded by the many

Sightless to her way

She flees to human contact

With the envelope each day

A frail and wounded outline

Seeking solace, passes by

Their, diverted for a moment

Though deafened to her cry

A little closer to her secret

It's plain for all to see

The eyes hush countless

Tempests of emotion

But not her written plea

The envelope's as empty

As her arms have ever been

A self-addressed distraction

To an ever present dream

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