Solitude
Solitude
I sit on the wooden boat
Staring at the unending serenity of the pristine river
The hue of the rising sun inspires my soul with creative thoughts
They pour out in the form of words on my diary
I scream and sob and yell and ponder – without saying a word
I express using the ink in my pen
An onlooker sees me as a lost girl sitting alone
What he misses to see is that I am not sulking in loneliness
But actually seeking solace in solitude..