Armor
Some seethe at my lack of anger,
but I've been angry enough for a lifetime.
I have poured decades into resentment
and smashed potential into pavement,
and I haven't got any bitterness left in me.
It matters not if you scour me with words.
My skin is that much thicker than yours.
An armor that allows for flexibility
surrounds and envelops and protects me.
You cannot hurt me. I have found my peace.
There is so much more meaning to my life
than in your uneducated appraisal of it.
I don't need your judgment or approval anymore.
And as I turn the other cheek,
and as you ask for help from me,
I'll give it freely, not emotionally.
By helping you, I'm healing me.
When I go,
I want to have let to.
When I leave,
I want to be free.
