In the silent whispers of crowded hallways,
Eyes glance and quickly turn away,
A world of faces, blurred and distant,
Where every step feels resistant.
The heart beats in a hurried dance,
Caught in the web of every chance,
To speak, to stand, to simply be,
Yet shadows linger, refusing to flee.
Words form a tangled vine,
Choking in the absence of time,
As voices echo, loud and unclear,
In a realm where silence is dear.
Yet within the storm, a quiet grace,
A strength found in this tender place,
For in the heart’s gentle embrace,
Lies the courage to face this space.