I Have Something to Say

Heat rose from the pavement
Rolling across her face
Sweltering along the boulevard
Striding at a pace

She strove and strove and strove
To be part of the race
Only to grind to a halt
And hide her face in disgrace.

The heat rose from the pavement
But she surveyed the world
With a heart grown cold
Sweat streaming down in rivers
But blocks of ice in her soul