Only Clay

Walking deviant steps heavy. Her knees dirty from prayer. She longingly calls for her soul's return but the response is never given. So she shuffles and stumbles over endless dirt searching for the soul of hers she won't find. That pure and spirited energy that will revive her clay molded shell, her disintegrating bones. And so it be this cycle for however long it may take to find herself lost so long ago in this world. Given a journey taken alone quick as frost. Visionless to the helping hand which had walked alongside at the start. Blind, but beginning to see the aid.