The Mining Muse
She finds her way there,
somehow, behind the bones,
has left a chest in ruins.
She chips at grief's deposits, unearths
a will calcified,
and liquefies till earth is
seen as fluid again, the self denied
self-loathing. With passion in control,
she scrapes regretted deletions
from runes that only etched the soul,
raising each from remnant to completion,
an aural artifact--
retrieved, released, heart intact.