Herself Was Lost
Herself was lost
So far away
So far inside
Could she be rescued?
A part of her
Understood the mission.
Another part
Rolling its eyes
Resign or rescue?
Muse came out suddenly
Shaking her about
Kicking about the severity
Herself not easy to find
But worth the mission.
Muse grabbed her by both hands
And pulled her to forefront of her truth.
Body not as important as
Mind, attitude, creativity,
And imagination.
She roused for a second.
Her eyes open.
Thinking for the first time
That maybe a save was
Possible. Muse smiling.
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