Privy To Her Own Thoughts

By Oishwaria Mukherjee

As the moon shone bright, it cast a shadow on the darkness hunched over.

Her mind wandered to the truth she’s been running from, like a book gently resting on the shelf too long.

A desperate escape with no boundaries, fluttering dreams she lay quiet with her harrowing thoughts.

Comfort surrounds her as time loses track, savoring each moment a million stars joined the glow.

Blanketed by the sky and clouds, her persistent mind finds an impenetrable silhouette.

Self-reflection looms as she stares steadily, convincing her deceiving soul youthful soon to mature.

By Oishwaria Mukherjee