If I existed as an object, how would I appear
     to those folks traveling on me, through me or near..
Would the barrier that holds all of my secrets inside,
     be translucent and predictable or hold an element of surprise?
When the sun shone down brightly, would I absorb its great warmth
     Would my insides turn cold, like a brute winter storm…..
If the world crashed down on me, would my integrity remain,
     To prove I have strength through the ever present pain…
Alas, I am no object- and therefore I know-
     That when life becomes a bit harder than I am willing to show,
I am free to let down my barrier, I can show you my skin-
     It is under that hindrance, that you will find me within.