Dark, whirly clouds of grey
Smoky tendrils reaching towards the skies
The blue and grey interact
Creating a gradient, white to black

She walks alone at night
In the pitch black darkness, unafraid
Of what may come
In the absence of light

Her thoughts move like demons
Gliding in the dark spaces
Slipping in and out freely
Leaving invisible traces

She can feel them nonetheless
They inflict pain beyond measure
But she is unafraid now;
She has felt far worse

Her body is numb from the pain and cold
Howling winds that have made her so
Both physically and mentally
She emerges battered and drenched – but still on her feet