Look, can you see the storm in my eyes?
The swirling tempest within her gaze a maelstrom of sorrow and yearning evening shadows streaking toward her face like anonymous tears
"Look, can you see the storm in my eyes?" she breathes, her voice an aching sigh the past a gale of losses, the future an unknown horizon, darkening
The weight of solitude settles a thunderous gloom, a loneliness that threatens to engulf her in its pitiless, howling coils
Yet still she stands, a lone figure unbroken and unbowed, her spirit unshaken though her heart is sore a beacon of hope in the tempest