I am a lost damsel in the woods… she said
Escaping the wilderness of the night, she hid behind a huge stone by the oak telling herself – Don’t be afraid of the dark. She dreamt of knights in silver glittery armour and the witches swaying around with their golden brooms kept murmuring and whispering in her ears. Hungry as she was, she wanted to grab the mushrooms and the berries in the wild jungle but terrified of the dark she could barely take a step further to the shrubs. Starving she used to fall asleep for days that she spent in the stormy nights in the forest as a distressed damsel. As time wiled away, she realised she is just fine being distressed as she has got immune to it and running away from the wilderness and craziness in her head seemed in vain. The beauty she possessed spoke so much of the candid moments she had spent through the dark nights all by herself. Her eagle eyed vision gave her illusions that were so unreal but yet persisted. Untouched by fame, her path was so simple.
She was a lost damsel in the woods trying to run away….run away….run away so far….from reality…..from the scars…..from love…..from hatred….from lust….from pleasure…..from life itself. Nothing made her happy anymore…. a distressed damsel that she remained.