Armor of Memories
Sealed deep
in an
armor
Drifted
within the
body and soul
Contained the
memories of
past and present
Visions of the future
Wings flapped into the horizon
Dreams called on a lullaby
Butterflies weaved the new world
Sufferings ended with smiles of joy
Faith delivered the gift of hope
Tears of the ancient grounds
We seek our own sanctuary
of peace and tranquility
within the armor
of memories
.
.
.
Artworks: Endless Kiss by Helen Rusovich and Armor by Weiye Yin.
Image Manipulated by me.
We strive to build a place where I can be with me, only when I want the company. A place where is stored the differing versions of who I think I am or maybe want to be for now or a little while;
As I, me, we, us work at defining who I, me, we us, am and what I mean.
A place; safe from forced change.
Quite like the whole concept and image of ‘the armor of memories’…something I suspect many wear.