Is how I wish to feel
It’s how I am
But seems so far.
A distant gleam
Like a lance at charge
In a field of armored paragons.
I feel my cracks
I check my gaps
Will this tarnished shield hold the line?
I straighten up
My weary soul
I brace myself against the storm.
Do you notice
My form is loose
Rattled from all my battles.
I will not fall.
I will not stumble.
No matter what assails me.
This weathered heart
And battered armor
Can only stand so much.
Will you find me?
My guiding fire
Before
The way
is
lost
Rampant Swan 