neverwas

parts assembled

or a burl gnarled

turned and shaped

by the world sharp

by the girl she was

by the woman she is

into a thing polished

but still at heart...

looking past looking

through applying

preconceived notions

of shoulds and wants

like epoxy poured 

to reshape into what? 

a thing she neverwas

little voice cooling

the voices of a past that 

nudge; the dead crooning to a 

soul that recalls a life 

unrealized; a little voice cooling