Dedicated to those that pass me in the halls and street, and never once spare a passing glance.

What do your eyes see?

Tinted windows glazed with frost
Through which her soul peers
Quietly studies those that hurry past
Taking the time to look into their eyes
Into the souls of those who shun her

They hurry by
Shoulders hunched
As though life were a great weight
That was pulling their souls down so deep
They no longer had the strength to rise again

Their hands clenched at their sides
Curled into delicately fearful fists
As though the fists could keep
Rejection and loneliness
Away from their exposed jugulars

They scurry past on misery-worn feet
Barley kept from a hard spiral down
Never once lifted from desolation
To soar among stars and clouds

These miserable souls shuffle past
She’s only the one who sees
Past their masks behind which they hide
Their eyes shoot her bloodthirsty glares
Angered by her audacious vision
Never once do they see her soul
Through her frosted windows
Or see that she’s
Is the angel they’ve been seeking