Releasing the Armor
I am not your savior
I am not this god that leads you through life with such valiant esteem
It is not my purpose to guide you
To hold your hand
This armor scarred by the battles of showing up for others
Is heavy
Is rusted
Is coming off
I owe you nothing
I owe myself everything
I protect myself
My energy, time, love
I do for me
From here on out
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I love the image of rusty armor falling off. This poem encapsulates everything I hope for myself this year.
I feel the deep breath taken by the person who gives up the armor and the freedom.