Her Mystery Poem by Victoria Hudson

Lost in thought. No feeling of heat or cold. Nothing radiating through her body as she sits there. Alone in the night, with the cold frigid air. She thinks about her life, were she would be if different choices were made. What she would be if she stayed. Her thoughts, swallowing her whole, seems to have no end. Her thoughts then move to a harder, more challenging area. Where she would be without her friends. She then goes to the future. Where her story will unfold. Where she will make choices and grow old. Will she make the right decisions? Will she make the wrong ones? No one knows. Not even she does.