Standing alone in a room full of mirrors
This silence, what it forces me to hear.

A tattered mess..
A woman in distress.

The music breaking through the silence
like a rush of wind.
My heart, my mind for once ..
they make amends.

Ballet..
the one I use to showcase the pain.
A way to reveal the scars that remain.

Music..
my words fail me, it's my compass..
The only thing that guides me through all of it.