Alone

She walks alone
head bowed, the air around her
bristles with agitation.
Only the brave or
very foolish, approach.
One... an aquaintance of old
who senses her anguish
reaches out,
Is met with an angry rebuke
then again gently
offers understanding.
Eyes meet...
but the pain is too great,
unable to voice it
she walks on.
Alone.

poem by Angela Michel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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