Armor

                                                                                                                                          .

Pieces of me break away

and drift off,

like dandelion in the sunlight.

Hit this hard,

shattering my shell,

the corrosion layer,

built up in my course.

                                                                                                                                          .

Never gave a thought

to how much I needed

the impact,

and I reverberate

like a gong

in the late summer.

                                                                                                                                          .

“Cast away that which hinders you.”

The old wisdom still holds,

and that layer

of sickness,

which became armor,

is now gone.

                                                                                                                                          .

I feel the cool breeze on my skin,

and the kiss of the afternoon.

For the first time

in a long time,

I am vulnerable

and I feel so light.

                                                                                                                                          .

It’s gonna take some time to heal.

No one gets hit

so hard that they shatter,

and don’t carry that around

for a while.

But the days will get easier,

than if I were still covered

in all the scabs and scale

that I was before.

                                                                                                                                          .

Will it grow back?

No, not as it was.

The armor I put on now,

I can put on by choice.

I will learn a better way

and do differently

than I have until now.

My future deserves that much.

                                                                                                                                          .

Afternoon turns to evening,

and I sit here on my porch,

still watching the wind

take little parts of me.

It’s too late, now

to regret,

so why bother?

                                                                                                                                          .

I’ve made so many mistakes,

and I’m gonna make some more,

but this time,

I won’t have to wear them

like armor.

                                                                                                                                          .

                                                                                                                                          .

HG – 2020

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