“Where’s your armour?” said the morning as it laughed in through the window and ravaged my alarm, “you’ll need more strength today”.
“What’s that? You left it in the afternoon of yesterday?! But today there is that child, the one without a home. He is lost again. Oh! And that, last year’s trauma to be tested and poked all over again. Please, tell me of your heartache and the times you most unravelled”.
“Where’s your armour? Gather your strength please”. Today; and then again, the sunshine creeping in.
With each snooze the morning blasts reality across a bed I made myself yet cannot lay in.
Slip on a dress, a new one; floral armour or pokadot strength?
-for my colleagues, the strong