A moment spent to rest becomes a nightmare where hidden fears abound.

I fear the solitude, it so loud, yet I force myself to be alone.

For even in a crowd my heart weeps and to their blind hearts, this is unknown.

The search for a name to ease the loneliness races through my mind.

But it is not a name I need; It is the woman inside I must find.

This then would calm the fears, fill the chasm, and this would make me whole.