Armour

I will be strong.

My body will be my armour for my soul. My skin will be thick and all the shards will bounce off it.

I will protect my heart. Even as my last defences are broken, you will not push through my last one.

And for all the wounds I have taken, I will mend my heart. And every scar will be a reminder.

I will be in control.

I will breathe through the pain. I will ride the waves and allow them to sweep me through the highs and the lows.

As a knife is stuck inside me and twisted in my gut, I will close my eyes.

I will breathe.

I will be strong.

I will live.