I cried myself to sleep 

pillows soaked and dreams dampened. 

She left me with only shattered dreams and a broken heart

The womb that was my home blew away the illusion of a perfect life, 

Broke the concrete that weighed me down,

While the knife twisted in my chest, the concrete changed to iron

The iron grew from my heart to my cover me

Replacing the comfort of the arms that used to wrap around and comfort me. 

The woman I used to cry out to when I was hurt cast a fire that burned more than any other wound

Abandonment grew into maturity 

Anger transformed into independency 

The broken pieces were being cast back into a person with the iron that incased me.

The shield mended me until I was ready 

I am ready.