Intrinsic Pursuit.

She enters a world
She hardly understands,
Her mind and soul
Slip through time’s sands.

She squints her eyes,
Through the dust and smoke.
As the heavy scent attacks her,
She tries not to choke.

She recognizes everyone,
Says zilch to all
Ignorance is her bliss,
Solitude is her call.

She roams around wearily,
With no precise aim.
She’s a little, lost stranger
Playing a misunderstood game.

She feels dizzy and winces
At the loud noises, shrill.
What she feels a dismal pain,
The others feel a thrill.

She looks and searches frantically,
With eyes, numb and sore.
But all she finds is her broken essence
And a crestfallen core.

A part of her longs and yearns to stay,
A part of her craves a journey home.
A part of her desires to wait and see,
A part of her requires an escape from this dome.

She sighs and gives up,
And cries at the thought
Of how much grief
This failed quest had brought.

But as she walks home,
She can’t help but smile
At the thought of this mission
Being worth all the while.

This had taught her, she realized,
With the smile on her face,
How to acknowledge
Defeat with grace.

She wonders and marvels
At how this quest
Had taught her
To put herself to the test.

She laughed and smiled
A little longer.
This intrinsic pursuit
Had made her spirit stronger