Saturday, 28 February 2015

MENDING PIECES I

Im broken
Exposed
Innocence laying bare.

Im torn,
With no  face, no name
All in the name of giving meaning-
Meaning to  being woman-
Meaning to being friend.

Im lost,
With missing pieces,
All from being naive-
All from being young..

All I can ask is was the innocence really mine?
Was I once whole?