Shield

SMA

I have a shield

It’s not a boy or man

It’s not that friend protecting me

It’s not the tears I hide behind

Or the voices I revel in

It’s not the sun-kissed mornings

Or those dark silent nights

Or the walls I’ve built around me

It’s not in the way I speak

Or the way I walk

Or the brain that demands me to think

It’s not my body, flesh and bone

It is not my soul, or the essence I live in

What do you know of my shield?

Absolutely nothing.

Where can you find it?

In everything I can find.