Iron Bar.

I walked away in pieces,
I sewed myself back up
Each stitch a tiny process
As painful as that stick.

The one that used to beat me
The one that used to burn
The one he used to heat up
And hold up to my skin.

Now I walk around and whole
After many stitches burst
They’ve all healed up so well
Finally gone without a trace.

I walk around in one whole piece
Alone and with no strain
There’s been no return of that big iron bar
And that’s the way it shall stay.