Unspoken thoughts: A poem collection

The Tale of Secluded Whispers

As the moon shifts from crescent to half,
It revealed an old photograph.
Of a girl who cherished her friends embrace,
But she prefers the warmth of her room, her comfort place.

She spent most of her time at home.
scrolling through her phone,
reading those old books
not even caring about how she looks.

Wondering about the path she embraced,
Under the night's gentle grace.
A path as lonely as a sloth,
And as slowly as her growth..

Her radio plays a song she long forget.
She traced back her life with no regret.
Chances to explore her youth might have been missed.
And making new friends should be added to that list.

But in the process, she shaped a unique story.
A blend of seclusion and literary glory.
The moon cycle, a reflection of her life's twists,
Unveiling a girl, solaced in her treasured literary gifts