My Shield Poem by Phil Soar

The shield that is my outer shell, protects me from the forces
When all things painful set themselves in my internal courses
It helps me hide away when all is bad and I feel low
Retreating to this home of mine, is my best place to go

And yet when I am happy and can venture from inside
I find a kind of pleasure as I amble round outside
The moon is pulling me around and when it's new or full
I know that my existence isn't quite so bad or dull