She'd forgotten
that she could sing until that day when she was turned inside out A song unique to her as glimpsed in her newborn eyes a familiar longing that wouldn't rest called her in her despair She attuned herself to it and found solace in her song yet to be sung It led her out of the shadows and she became its instrument A symphony in the making She exists
a shell of the woman she was meant to be Unbeknown to her she finds herself lost in a hollow existence Her forgotten heart bleeds she ignores the pain with doing distracting herself from her self - her heart of hearts that awaits to be remembered until it can wait no more It screams for attention and will not be silenced crippling her every move until they are face to face - heart to heart - a familiar stranger to be embraced |