Poems

Rebuild

Rebuilt🚺

I was once made of wood,
This was a time ago,
And sometimes,
When I look in the mirror,
I can still see the singed remains of my old self.

He appeared to me,
Gently at first,
Fumbling the box of matches between his fingertips,
He foxishly convinced me that he was trustworthy,
It was all a lie.

He gained power over me, and when I was blindsided,
He struck the match,
And watched me burn,
Watched me suffer,
Watched me fall,
Watched me break,
And he left.

I was alone,
Broken,
Nothing mattered,
Nothing was important,
Except one thing,
Rebuilding myself.

I pick my singed remains up,
Piece by piece,
And slowly rebuilt myself,
But this time,
With steal armor covering the singed wood,
Protecting my heart,
Protecting the old me,
Not daring to get close to anyone,
Fearing the extinguished flame will burn once again.

I've rebuilt myself,
Better,
Stronger,
Tougher then the old me,
That girl,
She's gone,
This warrior,
Isn't.

-Sophia Marie Rodriquez💋