Silk to Stone
Bruised, battered and scarred,
She cried to the Heavens while I kept guard.
I show her struggle, I show her pain,
trapped in the somber darkness she remains sane.
I am her armor, I am her pride.
She is my knight, alone in her forsaken stride.
Yielding, I am no more.
Together we are both stronger than before.
© 2015 An Offbeat Bluestocking