The Forgotten Artisan

In the dimly lit workshop, she sits alone, A master of her craft, yet lost in thought. The tools of her trade surround her, a testament to her skill, Yet, her eyes betray a sense of disconnection, a longing for more. The shadows cast a mystique around her, as if she's a guardian of secrets, A keeper of the old ways, forgotten in the modern age. Her hands, once deft and sure, now rest in her lap, As if waiting for the spark that will set them in motion once more. In her gaze, a depth of emotion, a story untold, A journey of self-discovery, a path she's yet to unfold. The room, a reflection of her inner world, A space where creativity and contemplation entwine. Let her be a reminder that even in stillness, there is beauty, And that the art of being is just as important as the art of doing.