Once forgotten
and neglected
The riches of
her life disappeared.
Her prized possession
stolen from her
very hands.
An open hole with
pure emptiness.
A void unable to fill.
It may never be found.
A nouveau heart
reaching out
to become a
sense of clarity.
Does not preach yet
somehow releases
the inner selves
of others.
The thought process,
simple yet complex;
revives itself from years
of imprisonment.
It has been returned
brewing with excitement.
Anxious and filled
with inkblots.
It was never really stolen
only lost in the process
of thought.
