Armor on my body
protects me from the rain,
stops the glass from cutting my feet
and shields me from attacks.
I used to view this armor as strength,
but it was more for prevention.
Throughout my life,
I've tried to keep it on
to keep me safe,
to keep me from experiencing life-long pain,
to keep me from the sharp rocks and pebbles
splitting open my veins
in warmer temperatures.
Armor expected to protect me
when the snow
poured down
from the sky,
snow from clouds in late springtime.
I could never control the weather
as it kept coming down,
so fast I could not move
but I knew,
I had to seek shelter.
I kept running through the snow-
almost up to my knees-
I kept moving until I felt the wet,
cold snow seep deep into my boots,
and spill on top of my feet.
I thought the armor would protect me.
Hypothermia.
The snow shot down
like bombs dropped from airplanes.
I felt like I wasn't going to make it.
I lost my leggings and my chest piece
was becoming loose,
and the snow was melting the armor
like plastic-
I was aiming for a cabin atop the mountain.
It was the only way out of the snow.
My feet were numb,
I was naked and cold.
Before I realized it was Winter,
I adjusted to the temperature.
I almost died many times,
and I had shed my skin over and over.
I kept going and going
until I became older and older.
Sure I might have lost years off my life-
I'll be recovering for much longer-
I just can't help but feel proud of myself
for being completely naked
and living in Winter.
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You Have Influenced Me More Than I Can Imagine.
PoesiaTRAUMA. It shaped me. It's terrifying yet precious to me like ink embedded on my skin. These days I always ask myself, "How do I keep shining through the darkness of life?" You Have Influenced Me More Than I Can Imagine is a poetry book about my tim...
