This ivory case,
Painted to look pretty,
Soft to touch,
Is a delicate case;
But not hard to find.
The case;
As pretty as it may be;
As delicately as it must be handled;
Is worth far less than what's inside.
Something bright,
Something beautiful,
Something old -
Sometimes new -
A wonderful being so much bigger than the case.
A soul,
So intricately wrapped in a body,
That remains,
When the body can no longer be seen.
Some souls burst free,
Show themselves to a world undeserving,
Then recede back to their delicate cases,
To join the others in droves,
And anchor in the crimson velvet lining.