Arts & Literature
Through flickering streetlights, silent memories, and aching footsteps, the poem captures the quiet resilience of moving forward when standing still is too heavy to bear.
She Walks Alone
She walks alone,
because no one waits for her—
no voice calls her name
through the hush of twilight,
no hand reaches
through the crowd
to find hers.
She walks
because standing still
feels heavier
than moving through
the ache.
The streetlights flicker like memories—
faint and unreliable—
and still, she follows their glow,
hoping it leads
somewhere warmer
than silence.
She counts cracks in the pavement
like broken promises,
tries not to remember
how laughter used to sound
when it was shared.
People pass,
their words brushing past her like wind—
they don’t see the way
her smile folds
around the hollowness.
She walks alone,
not because she wants to,
but because
everyone else
kept walking
without her.
And so she moves
through the city’s quiet heart,
not searching,
not hoping,
just walking—
because sometimes,
it’s the only way
to feel a little less
forgotten.
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Aleena Saif Ullah
The writer is a scholar, writer, and poet, combining academic expertise in Political Science and International Relations with creative expression to inspire thoughtful discourse and change.
