I met my match,
It was ok to touch,
It was excitedly not boring.

Force field up
for protection
fragile insides hide
beneath the surface
to find strength in
a spirit underlying

sacred places empty
of all confessions
doors locked still
counting blessings

rockets fall
try to destroy us
worlds collide
no one immune

darkness only
rises to
await a greater
strength
from above

Used to be quiet
head low for
survival
some storms
rolled in
learned to
be a fighter