She was giddy
A sparkle laying behind her eye
When surrounded
by collections
Collections, crafted and created by her
A few Trinkets,
A handful of Treasures
And a steaming cup of tea

She drifted through
On the tides
Hoping for the one
To swim against the current
And drag her to shore

However, when she drowned
And entered his waters
She knew
A siren had answered her call

There lay a room
One within her mind
Filled with the necessary

The location of her thoughts
Her thought through thoughts
A good voice that lay on her shoulder
An outlook of the rational and wonderful
And importantly,
her ability to move gently
And
breathe thoroughly

All of which she had no access
For the room
was locked
And the key
lost

He chiseled enough
Enough a day
Which kept her
Kept her cracked
And in pain