She was a pristine enigma
In a world of unfurled parchments
A jigsaw puzzle of a million pieces
some discovered, some missing
There were facets of herself
she was yet to fathom
There were mysteries and riddles
she was yet to answer
Far and wide she went
Seeking, deseperately, some lucidity
Praying for the fulfillment
she didn’t know she needed
Drained and exhausted
she ended the ardurous voyage
Only then did she realize,
her answers lay closer
She found them in her heart,
in the hearts of people she loved,
inscribed in the pages
of love letters of her youth
She found them hidden
between the pages of an old book,
in the embrace of her family
and the scent of her home.
Whimsical Wordsmith 