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It seems that the question of what it is I seek, is a never ending one.
So, We start building again.
A childhood talent, developed in secret.
Erupts into full bloom during crisis, though not in a direction normally anticipated.
Afterwards, control is never fully regained.
The mind is still troubled. Conflicted.

The trouble comes from her own enjoyment.
Unsure if what she has is a blessing or curse.
Does she blame it for the trouble?
She is not sure what to blame, or what to think.
Whether her power saved her, or made things worse, is hard to say.

It's a sort of childish thing.
Wanting to show the thing you've made, or the talent you've got.
Most often seen in children and mad scientists.
Perhaps it is something people learn to suppress.
Those early experiences shape the things to come.
Do they continue to strive and achieve?
Or do they give up?