Hidden calm in a corner
She whispers, distraught, to it
Like a maiden miserly of saving
Ears unhinged from the cacophonies flying amok
Eyes inflamed with blinding unholiness
Her worth, exhausted with the world's venom
But there it lay, profoundly
Always in her reach
A fragment of herself
Buried in a sleeping past
Arms dipping the depths of silence
Solace, she seized
Raising to life a lost will within her dormant abyss
And make light of the chaos shadowing her