WISDOM

On guard, on the defense
On my protective armors

I don't remember when it all started
Or when I first noticed
This apparent change in attitude
I do remember the times
When I willingly opened up
My vulnerabilities
Sure that my hidden strength
Would get me through
Anything, anything
Or through anyone,
For that matter
I cherished the challenge
I welcomed the danger
I basked in the absurdities
Yet now
I am

On guard, on the defense
On my protective armors

Time was the freedom-giver
That kept me a prisoner
Of the time spent to heal
The wounds earned
In time

And I'm supposed to be the better for it.