Shield No More

Through many trials
It has stood firm,
My shield from the impending storms.

Protecting me from being hurt,
It is weathered;
Aged by the things
it has endured.

The many fights that it
physically severed me from,
A stumbling block
to the inflictors of my pain.

But now my bedroom door is gone,
letting the inflictors in.
It was my shield from the chaos,
The things that threatened to drive
me insane.

All was well,
my door intact;
but then it was moved away.
Causing me to become catatonic,
becoming a sort of insane.

But insane of sorts,
I no longer am,
though my door exists
to me no more.
To someone else it now belongs,
protecting others for evermore.

Door now gone,
I choose to move on,
Leaving helplessness behind,
I now protect myself,
and face the pains of my life head-on.

For, now I have a new Shield,
a new Protector from life's storms.
Who is forever watching over me,
I know I am safe in my Lord's arms.