Cracked Armor

There's a crack in my armor
I see light peaking through
My old, rusty armor
I thought it was true

I always called it vintage
Had a plan to restore
Worked to bring it back to life
Repair what was worn

It had broken in pieces
A few times before
In attempts to protect it
I think I damaged it more

I had bent and glued
Oiled and greased
In sheer panic for my safety
My work never ceased

I must save my heart
Whatever the cost
Must present as a fortress
One that no one can cross

But today I woke up
Saw my suit of mail
Hanging weak and brittle
Despite all my travail

Yet oddly enough
Between the broken shards
This crazy warm glowing
Had me staring hard

For the first time ever
I wasn't afraid
I just wanted to know
What made me feel this way

Slowly I reached
Pulled the heavy metal away
Began to breathe more deeply
Nothing in the way

All I had underneath
Was a pretty little dress
All white and dreamy
No protection from mess

So small and vulnerable
Open to stings and stabs
Nothing blocked the pain
I could feel every jab

But that warm love light
I couldn't let it go
It was bigger than the threat

It was home

Comments

Pro said…
This is beyond beautiful. Makes me happy and cry all at once ☺️
7:51 PM
mercy.joy said…
Thanks sissy, that means a lot 😬
8:40 AM
Unknown said…
Certainly better to feel pain and joy than feel nothing at all! ☺️ Beautifully written.
11:33 PM
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