That speck of something,
A not-so-existent, yet all-time-there, mysterious ‘that’.
When for the first time, she had found it, not by chance,
She was actually made to discover it,
A trait bundled up and hidden so well, eyeing for a release.
She was very proud of it,
They applauded her for it too.
It was a verve, a passion, some say,
A gift, an art, a brainer, everything,
And yet, just a speck of invisible!
She looks for it again, not believing it is gone,
This time probing the world for ideas and leads.
She doesn’t know where to look for it,
Or even what it is that will be the answer,
BUT MAYBE THEY DO?
I love the mystery in this.
Maintaining the mystery was the intention. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
Mystery as it’s own element , a driving force to discover the unseen or unsaid , is so alluring and distracting. You’ve caught it very nicely in these words.