Protective, hard, and clinking
I am weighed down by my armor, slowly sinking
I draw the sword of my mouth
raging forth
razor sharp, biting, cutting, and stinging
I defend my honor and my ego

I stand there naked and vulnerable
in the light of the sun
realizing what I’ve done
It was my armor and my sword
that was my weakness all along

I slowly cut away my protective layers
feeling vulnerable and naked as they are shed
I stand there shaking in a world so cold
afraid of all my fears

I leave the ground I have attached myself to for so long, 
and take flight on the winds of the eternal spirit 
as it carries me to new life, as it carries me to new hope, 
and it brings me to the place it all began. 
To my enteral SELF.

I am the Divine Incarnate. 
I am the Breath of Life.
I am a Soul of God