Beneath the bus’s relentless hum, wheels turning in a tireless rhyme,
Her presence, an unmoving statue, rooted to the bus floor’s time,
She gazed out the window, lost in contemplation profound,
A silent observer of the trees, dancing to the bus’s rhythmic sound.
The weight of her worries etched on her rosy cheeks, clear,
Invisible burdens she carried, in the depths of her heart’s sphere,
Something had transpired, casting shadows on her soul,
Preventing her from self-care, an empty, unattainable goal.
But deep within, I sensed a hidden, authentic self,
Concealed by the veil of her suffering, a cry for help,
What were the secrets that her troubled mind concealed?
Was it despair, loneliness, or wounds yet unhealed?
Had she succumbed to the belief of her unworthiness,
Thinking she’d borne too much to deserve life’s happiness?
Yet, every soul deserves a chance to thrive, to be free,
To embrace the world’s gifts, with hope and destiny.
With trembling hands, I gently tapped her weary shoulder’s grace,
My voice trembled as I inquired, the concern in my face,
Startled, she turned, breaking the silence’s enduring trance,
For the first time in hours, she met a stranger’s empathetic glance.
Her words flowed, heavy with despair, “the world, unjust and cold,
I don’t deserve to exist,” the painful story she told,
I didn’t delve into the depths of her sorrow, but I tried,
To sow seeds of hope, purpose, and worth deep inside.
A faint smile touched her lips, and softly she said, “Thank you.”
In that moment, a connection formed, a lifeline anew.
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