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Bearing the standard and the scars

I’m strong when you are weak,
brave when you are meek,
bold when you are shy,
and hold you when you cry.

I am my lady’s champion,
her lover, and companion.
You’ll find no other quite like me –
the epitome of gallantry.

But service comes with a steep cost
and the marks of what I’ve lost
criss-cross underneath my mail,
marking all the times I’ve failed.

And few will know how much I’ve grieved
for not being as strong as she believed.

I’m amazed at all the good
a little bit of blue sky and some fresh air
can do for the soul.

I feel worlds lighter after only a few minutes.

Lockjaw

The words which tumble out my heart
get caught in my throat
and wither before they’re born.

Eye Shadows

Late night addictions
lead to bleary-eyed morns
for which coffee and tea are sustenance
against our inner maladies.