Armor Poem by Stephen Dodge Stepen

Life is the ultimate 'Dungeons and Dragons '
Except the stakes are higher and no turning pages
The monsters are real and the perils exist
Some so scary they take away your breath
Proverbial trapdoors with varying bottoms
You know for certain when you fall in one
The secrets are always hid in plain sight
Just sometimes the distractions hid from the mind
The walls seem cold but that's just isolation
A bitter pill due to self segregation
Feeling ourselves different from our fellows
Though they are going through the very same struggles
Instead of banding together and forming unity
We chose to fight separately
The enemy divides and conquers
Oldest trick in the book but one with most promise
It is my pride that separates me
Don't want to be seen as a weakling
Fact is I may have been a soldier
But this skin is not made of armor