Battle Armor in Spontaneous Combustion
- June 27, 2018, 11:38 p.m.
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- Public
Listen: “Wordsworth Way” - Fozzy
I was the apple of her eye
Sunshine on a cloudy day
Her one and only daughter
Twenty-seven years
We stood side by side
Hand in hand,
Best foot forward.
Whatever the world threw at us,
We handled it.
No need for weapons
Or heavy metal shields
She was the only person I needed
Even when those we loved succumbed
We stood tall in their honor
Until that fateful morning in November
Just when recovery from a hard battle seemed possible
God needed his armor back
Three days into twenty-eight
I caught my warrior as she fell
And watched as my armor was taken from me
I made peace that this was no mistake
It was never mine to keep
Six hours and three minutes into the new day
I rose from my knees
Naked, unprotected
With a nod towards the sky
Came the blessing of a reborn solider
And the courage to begin again
At first, I wandered
Dazed and confused.
My wounds open and bleeding
As my mother cried for me
Her tears falling from the clouds
Meeting my battle cries as they hit the ground.
But one day
My new armor regenerated
Disguised in the words
“It’s not your fault”
I picked up my tools
Began to stand
On weakened knees
And with every step
I grew stronger
The heavens cheered for me
My mother on the front row
In true motherly fashion
And the battle rages on
As thirty approaches, and beyond.
My new battle armor is equipped
With the essence of Sunshine.
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Last updated May 04, 2019
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