Once Forgotten

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.