Hidden Treasures

Due to popular belief, all homosapien life contains a treasure tucked away from the visual sight to maintain a sense of normal. Most have been battered and damned in an early tense, future and or present, that has damage the exit route for the treasure to emerge and introduce itself to life. I expressed my treasure that I can recall at an early age. Rapid with my text. Fun and fulfilling, giving everything I knew and thought. But like some, I became distracted. Engulf with the daily society and current events, I repressed my treasure revisiting it at inopportune moments. Some sing with their treasure, cleansing the souls of those who can relate to the words passing in and out of the ear. Some act with their treasure, giving the eyes a visual show of entertainment to please the soul and bring forth joy and laughter. Some create masterpieces with their hands, sculpting and manipulating material to construct beauties only achievable by talented palms. Some use words as myself to express the pleasures and discomforts seen and read about to produce jubilant documents to cure melancholy hearts. Many have gone without ever revealing their treasure, sharing it only in their company, isolated from the rest of the world. No particular reason as to why it was kept private. Few have impressed and obliged the world with their treasures only to be ridiculed and scorned only to praised once death has taken its place. Every treasure needs a muse.