“Armor I”

You cannot
see me
now
You must
wait
and receive
clues as
I do
Speak with
me

Too precious
I am
too fragile
I am
too much
for my
own good
You will
wait to
see me
You’ll know
my worth and
visa via

He won’t
see me
the new
me
He will
put stock
in my
words ergo
learning
everything
there is
to know
about me
first
and foremost
Breathe

Too broken
and bent
out
of shape
Too much
creativity
leaks and
then bleeds
onto sheets
without ink
Just read
aloud
to me
my love
in print

My skin
is too
thin lately
but my
words blend
with
his words
and small
gifts
They’re
the only
ointment
I need
to soothe
the beast
that lives
in me
Don’t attempt
to tame
me

Together
they forge
armor to
rule the
world
in print
They merge
lighting
fires
hope ashes
and wonderment
embers
of future
fate and
daydreams

They give
birth to
new life
holding
desire
at arms
length

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