Color Challenge Friday Blue

This is my first colour challenge submission.

Plunged deep into blue

She is nothing.
No longer wondering.
Void of emotion.
Free from the restraints of the pretense of existing.
Has relinquished the need to be driven by the ideals of her naive former self.
Not broken but no longer whole.
Not without worth but void of purpose deemed worthy.
No longer a slave to her ego.
Yet lost with its abandonment.
Poised in the precontemplative state of what is to be.
What to do.
Where to start.
How to try.
Deep within inside a frozen cell without a key.
A sound proofed prison inside her necrotic heart she sits.
Cradling her id.
She is screaming, though the eldritch tones never reach her lips.
Her petrified diaphragm no longer assists a larynx that has betrayed her too numerously, to be considered a credible allie.
So in silence she sits.
Not only inaudible but wearing a masked affect, behind which she can continue to conceal and lament.
No longer vulnerable, such was the plan.
Though a plan hatch within a degrading being should never be relied upon in matters such as these.
Though deep within that cradled id exists a spark.
A potential that once struck can unlock any chamber and fire a strike into a necrotic heart.
Returning sinus rhythm.
It is that rhythm that will awaken her dance.
Like skin pulled tightly on a drum, then struck, her own skin will once again find vibrance.
Awakening her universe.
Her larynx and diaphragm will rebirth a song that rumbles.
First softly.
Then as if a lion roaring she will vanquish all that silenced her and stole her voice.
She will find her spirit.
Once found it will never be relinquished again