I have worn it for as long as I can remember.
My armor is safe and warm -
It has served me well over the years.
My armor is strong -
Some would say it makes me cold and distant.
My armor is seasoned -
It shows scars of my battles in life.
My armor is protective -
It shields me from the demons that want to destroy my life.
My armor is camouflaged -
It allows me to hide the pain and sadness in my life.
My armor and I are one -
It seems that I will never be able to take it off and rest.
I wrote
this shortly after my divorce became final in January of 2013. A long-time
and dear friend made the comment that I lived behind the walls of a castle. I
have never thought of it so much as a castle but more like a set of armor.
Either way, it is a place I know all too well.
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