Egg Shell Armor

Steel in the eyes that appears so strong,
it reaches inside
an iron to stretched over the heart’s scars,
all created by the armor of the lips,
worn with a hope
no one will be aware
one tear drop can shatter its truth.

Knights arrayed in their shimmering shields
can be a butterfly underneath,
for it doesn’t take a sword
to cut away the metal made
in an armory of pain
where it was prepared
as a protection against abuse.

Like eggs so many lives are sheltered
though they are painted to appear as impenetrable,
yet easily cracked
by the wind of words,
which can fracture any shell of feelings.

How delicate is the silence
used to cloth the tenderness
made to prevent it true nature,
because one time it was shared
with someone as trust
who used scissors to shred the fabric.