I call it shining armour
You call it playing dress-up
I call it a sword
You call it nothing more than a toy
I call it hope
You call it pretend
I call it a saving grace
You call it destruction
I make it shine
You mock my attempts
I sharpen the edges
You laugh at my actions
I prepare for what I shall face
You watch me with doubt
I leave for battle
You hope I don't come back
I return a hero
You fall to your knees
I'm the knight in shining armour
You are now in fear
I come back to my homeland
You watch with curiosity
I switch the armour for a dress
You will never understand
Though my blade never leaves me
You will never understand
I am a maden in need of saving
Yet I must save myself
YOU ARE READING
A little book of poetry
PoésieWhere do you go when you need an escape? Well, I escape to my poems and I hope you can relate. I hope they make you think and inspire you.