A chink in the armor.
A leak in the helm.
A part of me left open for you to crash into.
Why this feeble footing so often falls below me I do not know
My aim seems straight but falters in the bow.
And I feel covered in duct tape.
Taping love from seeping through
Enough to burst.
So here is my vision. Tape that too.
I will stumble forward into this misdirection.
But feel alive
Fighting life and death inside
Fighting right and wrong—decide!
And the pain and the hope crash like rapiers against one another.