It has been kept inside.
Locked away, unaware,
of life around it.
Completely estranged
to life's offerings.
It has been dormant.
The key is yet to be
created.
Perhaps one day, the
perfect one will be made.
But what happens
when it is finally let out?
What will become of it,
and its saviour?
Can the saviour
defeat its doubts?
Its fear of being cared for?
Or
Will it return
to the confinements,
it has always,
known.
