The Touch of Armor

yesterday’s crimson
snow shields with protection
duty or desire

G – Gift

What flows through me

An emotion so deep

My need to please

Not only you, but me.

Service

Does that seem possible?

Allow my soul the peace

It deserves. And the

Submission I

Thrive on.

Or am I forsaken

By variance?

This, my fawning,

Empowered in infancy

I could write
Of yesterday
And the pain it caused,
Or continue to cry
Over what was lost,
Either one overburdened
And neither,
Change anything.