Shield
he feels so deeply
but hides it so well
behind the laughs and the smiles
and the insults he fires
held like a shield
close to his heart
cold stares and blank faces
behind which hides his art
but his shield is close enough
that his soul's imprints it leaves
marks on the metal
traced by those close enough to see
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Free Bird
PoetryThis book is a journey: my journey, to learn my flight. I write this as someone who is searching for freedom, and who is looking to find it in whatever journey full of discoveries these poems take me on. I know I have always had wings. Now, it is...
