Reborn

The first time I remember ,

It was just a small prick.

It was when I realized

 everything was just a trick;

This time, no blood dropped

I did not bother, I did not show

As much as I wanted everyone to know

The second time, I remember

A sharp knife slicing through,

Sudden pain and blood flowed.

These scars I carried to the third

And yet my lesson I had not learnt.

I let my defenses down

This time, a punch to the gut,

And I doubled over spitting out blood.

And then I asked myself , “what do you know?”

Finally my lesson I had learnt.

I refuse from now ,

To spill any more of my blood.

The pieces of me , I pick up again,

And put back together.

My defenses rise up high,

Hard as concrete and unyielding.

My heart is frozen.

And I will not let it thaw.

I am reborn.