Broken pieces

I fold within myself
Like a child within her mother
I bruise like a wrapped paper
But I iron myself again

Like an abandoned instrument, I lie in the corner
Waiting to be tuned
Waiting to be played
I forgot how I sounded
My melodies seem forgotten

My thoughts like my body lie naked
My soul lay bare
I walk in to the unknown
Into the abyss I fell

I masquerade in the day
It's the night that sees my face