Armor of Pain

When I wake 

before my head begins to lift

before my body, still limp, begins to shift

before I dress

before I get to decide 

I pick up my wounds, all that's stirring inside

I click in to every memory that has restricted my stride

every scar that manages to divide my soul from my flesh 

I gear up 

suited in my armor of pain 

protecting me from the things I cannot see 

a quick prayer washing over me

Self sabotaging my day 

that could've gone a different way 

in order to protect me from the what may

there's no joy in living this way

trying to heal 

surrounded by the things that make you feel

like the sword meant to impale 

is wedged in your lungs making it hard to inhale 

waiting to exhale 

desperately trying to remember whats its like to feel 

unguarded .. to love wholehearted 

without the fear or the enemy whispering in my ear 

all the words I long to hear 

keeping me in a place, adhered 

unable to breath 

suited in my armor of pain. 

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[Danzig16]

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