Her name was Lubi.
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.