Refurbished
You ask how I feel,
How I am,
What's my deal?!
I reply,
I'm refurbished!
A new old me,
Restored to my natural beauty,
I can finally look into the mirror,
Seeing more than just misery,
The person I once was,
Was broken, hurt, weakened and destroyed.
Somehow and someway,
I kept strong,
Never gave up,
I refreshed my memory,
Mended my wounds,
Adjusted my vision,
Corrected the wrong.
I reply,...
I am refurbished!!!
Written by; Gloria PerezBarkaszi
Copyright © Gloria Perez-Barkaszi | Year Posted 2017
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