Her armour is strong,
But you don’t see the strength within.
She fights her battles like lightening
But off the battlefield
Her tears melt her armour
She sheds more tears than she sees,
But on the battlefield,
Her eyes are a desert
As she stitches her armour back on
It’s not her armour that cannot let go
It’s her who cannot let go of her armour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem