Tatters

Tattered and threadbare
You sit there
day after day
month in and month out

Limbs disfigured
A big gashing wound
Is this really
how you were made?

Unravelled your clothes
Unravelled your mind
And yet....
Sometimes a spark
of who you used to be

Who were you yesterday ?
Who are you today ?
Who will you be tomorrow ?
That, only you decide!