Picking up the pieces
Of what's left of who I was
Examine each one closely
It's what a woman does
I'll sand them down
And look at my reflection
Polish, then shine
And get over my rejection
I'll fit them back together
Though the fit won't be the same
This change will be forever
And I'll get used to my own name
I'll recreate the person
Make her stronger than before
I'll build her up with loving pride
And push her out the door
PS: When I read this from some on-line forum, I thought I felt something feminine stirred inside me...we all have to heal someday.
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