Fold

She's traveling everyday
A little deeper into herself.
She warned them ages ago
That his would mean the beginning of the end.
When a free soul begins to delve
Into dark waters and strange tides.
She warned them that it would happen when no ones watching,
Under the gaze of only her eyes,
That they will reflect depth
And shall hide from all who think they know.
She will fold, bit by bit,
And under every flap she will find solace,
Like never found in anyone's company.
She will implode several times,
And fell pain like shocks of lightning striking her heart.
And every time the pain subsides, she dies alil more inside.
Until she's so feeble,
she will remain
Until she's shown what she's worth,
she will refrain
From being more than what she really is;
A drop in the ocean, a lost soul in the abyss.
And deeper she will go, quieter she will grow.
Until nothing can do her any more harm
And that's when she will feel safe
Under ever fold she will find her resting place.