Never giving in

The woman before me was a child in her heart
Whose faith in people had been torn apart

The woman before me was a teen in her ways
Constantly testing the boundaries each day

The woman before me was a young bride full of lust
Full of great dreams, of hope and of trust.

The woman I am is comprised of each one
of the tales which have guided, pushed, and undone
the polish, the lacquer, the finish, the shine
of the carpenters who once ruled this shrine of mine.

I stand on my own looking within
and I'm pleased to see, I never gave in.