Smile, she said to herself

holding a sword in one hand

and a shield in another

tall and straight she had to stand


After dusk she would peel away

baring the nakedness of her own soul

contained in a silent safe den

freedom was achieved, her only goal


With every morning chirp, she covered

vulnerableness with protective guard

the instant she stepped out on the field

it was made sure her mask wasn’t marred


As the years passed in fractions

Her heart unconsciously would wander

The amor seemingly heaver than before

Compelled, she started to ponder


Her hideout wasn’t enough to escape

The battle she was fighting

She wished to be unsheathed

But the real fight, was within, igniting.