Spiritual Armour - S. Hunter McNair

I wear it like a shield

Nix and tears

Scratches and scars

Yet only I will fit it

It is loyal and fond of me

It follows me like a love-lorn pup

It seeks only me to quench its necessity for companionship

As if tailored for me alone

It thrives with a simple thought from my soul

Dancing as if a waning ballerina

Too long upon her toes

It stages its perverse performance any time I acknowledge it

To me alone at night will it speak

Muffling its speech just behind the beating of my heart

Willing me, urging me to embrace it

I wear my pain like a shield

Nix and tears

It helped make my life

And though it would appear to be something of a malady to some of you

It is part of me nonetheless

And deserves its credit

For without it

How much of me less would there be

How much of my time and life would be lost

Lost in the vastness of being

scott.hunter.mcnair 8.11.2004