Sunday, July 26, 2020

Armour of Hope

she wore her scars effortlessly 
Decorated it deep in her soul

Her eyes carried a fighting brilliance 
Her breath expelled freedom 

She garbed herself in Joy 
Wore an armour of hope 

Deep within rested a chaotic spirit 
But for the world she stood 
Poised and perfectly put together 

Her armour of hope Adorned 
Her being every single morning 

It had merged deep into her soul 
Long ago , she had buried her scars

Deep within the vestiges of  soul
Rested her radiant , joyous spirit 

The scars forgotten long ago 
Once the armour of hope 
Was adorned surreptitiously  


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