All covered up in armor like a soldier,
Strong, invincible, and everyone knows it,
Built stronger by a history of minor attacks,
strong enough to teach me a lesson, weak enough to leave to everlasting damage or scars.
Bright and intimidating, reflecting the light, a shimmer to entertain the naive. Though there are weak spots, vulnerable areas with a little penetration could shatter my facade, they, like my thoughts, like the truth, are hidden, disguised and virtually impossible to detect.
My enemy among all, desire, works everyday to damage my armor, make me vulnerable. So I minimize desire, but not eliminate, I must always be conscious of what is and will always work against, scare me, question me, and becomes me.
But I am the smarter, I will protect myself. Sleep, eat, and live in my armor. Though I will not dream in my armor, it is removed upon my state of unconsciousness. And that, in the awake state turns into my enemy once again.
But I will fight it, because I am guarded, protected and will continue to fight until I perish.
