My armor, forged throughout the years,
Slowly built, piece by piece,
Hardened by challenges and failures,
Was actually a shackle bounding me deep.
The armor I shaped with countless layers,
Layers of sorrow, guilt, hatred, and fear,
Held the emotions, that once protected me,
But also restrained my entirety.
For years I donned it faithfully,
Believing safety came from its weight,
That it protected the fragile soul within,
When it was really a shell I needed to shed.
The impenetrable armor that none could break,
Was cracked open by your words alone.
Words that revealed the hidden pain and suffering,
Also melted the layers of deception that clung within.
Your words changed something in me,
Urged me to look at myself bare,
Sifting through the depths I long avoided,
To finally see the “Me” fully unchained.
You made me understand
That the armor I carried,
Never protected me—
It only restrained me.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC
My armor, forged throughout the years,
Slowly built, piece by piece,
Hardened by challenges and failures,
Was actually a shackle bounding me deep.
The armor I shaped with countless layers,
Layers of sorrow, guilt, hatred, and fear,
Held the emotions, that once protected me,
But also restrained my entirety.
For years I donned it faithfully,
Believing safety came from its weight,
That it protected the fragile soul within,
When it was really a shell I needed to shed.
The impenetrable armor that none could break,
Was cracked open by your words alone.
Words that revealed the hidden pain and suffering,
Also melted the layers of deception that clung within.
Your words changed something in me,
Urged me to look at myself bare,
Sifting through the depths I long avoided,
To finally see the “Me” fully unchained.
You made me understand
That the armor I carried,
Never protected me—
It only restrained me.
ad astra vobiscum, kjl~
