The snakes and arrows a child is heir to

are enough to leave a thousand cuts.

We build our defenses, a place of safety

and leave the darker places unexplored.



Sometimes the fortress is too strong

or the love is too weak.

What should have been our armor



Our better natures seek elevation;

No one gets to their heaven without a fight.



We hold beliefs as a consolation;

a way to take us out of ourselves.

Meditation, or medication.



Sometimes that spirit is too strong

or the flesh is too weak.

Sometimes the need is just too great

for the solace we seek.

The suit of shining armor



A future of eternal light.

No one gets to their heaven without a fight.



Confused alarms of struggle and fight.

Blood is drained of color

by the flashes of artillery light.

No one gets to their heaven without a fight.

The battle flags are flown

at the feet of the Gods unknown.

No one gets to their heaven without a fight.



Sometimes the damage is too great

or the will is too weak.

What should have been our armor