The Trunk

It was not meant to be noticed,
Not meant to be beautiful.
Just hidden; invisible.
To many it was – but not to her.
To her, it was everything.
Behind wilted locks and a bare top was an entire world.
Shrunk, squashed and slammed into just bed sheets and books.
Her world had known now bounds, until now.
Sifting through a whole life, coming away with mere necessities.
The few ingredients needed to create new beginnings.
But how can you make something from nothing?
A palace from a stone?
A body from a bone?
She did.
From those sheets, she made her home.
From those books, she taught her own.
All from this,
Which was not meant to be noticed.