strong harness
In shadows deep, I wear my guise,
A mask of anger, fierce and wise,
Hiding fears of loss so grand,
A fragile heart, a trembling hand.
You see the fire, hear the storm,
But it's a cloak to keep me warm,
Beneath the rage, a silent plea,
Terrified of losing thee.
Each shout, each cry, a desperate song,
A fortress built to feel less wrong,
Not anger, but a fear so deep,
Of love that I may never keep.
Understand this stormy art,
It's love I shield, a fragile heart,
And when the mask begins to fall,
You'll see the truth beneath it all.
~M.A
swift sail