A QUEST

She...

She prance out of her being,
Creating turbulance in 'in' and 'out'
And she hides in attic
along with the dust...

She does n't count days and nights
She does n't count months and years.

Hiding in a tortoise shell
She forgets her age and her passions.

Breaking the chains,when she comes out
Making the scars in 'in' and 'out!

Once more, she creeps in her hiding place
alone in darkness,with her scars
and without fears!

She searches for her,doesn't find out!
the question reverberates
"where are you???"