i used to be alive

i used to be so beautiful
a long long time ago
but my beauty faded
like wisps of mist melting in the snow

i used to be so brave
standing strong,bearing my load
but my courage fled with the tin mans heart
down the yellow brick road

i used to be so honorable
help the weak, defend the poor
now my mouth is bitter with the poison of lies
and my honor is no more

i used to be so gentle
my voice was soft and warm
my touch as light as a summer breeze
now as cold and cruel as a storm

i used to be so trusting
on my sleeve my heart was bare
now every shadow hides a monster
my nerves a wreck from wear and tear

i used to be so many things
hopeful, young, naive
now my soul is hardened by the elements
there is only armour on my sleeve 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand the poetry.
"i used to be so many things
hopeful, young, naive
now my soul is hardened by the elements
there is only armour on my sleeve"
I have a similar poem somewhere. We change with life. We hope for the better. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[JayceeC]

Liked everything about this write, structure, word use, form. They all work well to transition from that trusting naivete to disillusionment. We may have looked better in out youthful trust of the world, but I for one am grateful not to have my heart trounced upon at every turn.