A Pointless Book of Random Nonsense

4

My soul had not been stripped from me, it had not been emptied.
It was buried.
Buried under the ashes of pain inflicted onto me by people cold down to their very cores with hearts of metal.
My soul was buried under years of living in shame and thinking that all hope was a lie that only the foolish believe.
My soul was not lost, no one had taken it. It was still there, a tiny fire, dying slowly but still remained, defying all odds.
It still flickered under the weight of doubt and a pressing, constant, ache from everything else that had truly been lost and would never be found.
But this one thing, this soul that I though had been burned and charred black, it still remained.
It did not get burned for it was the fire.
It was a treasure and this journey, that was the map.
The little ember in the wasteland of forgotten wonders still glows and its waiting for me. Waiting for me to come and find it so I can unleash it's wrath and set the world on fire with the suppressed inferno of my buried soul.

~H.