striking a chord

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
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