War Drobe

Can't claim it. Written by Pauley P.
i think it has been said: i am quite a fan


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I can't find my brave face.
I know it was around here somewhere.
I'm searching, sifting through the masks of brokeness, tear stained and scared
which are beckoning me to don them and go face the world shattered.

I can't find my coat of armor.
I know it was around here somewhere.
I'm searching, sifting through a rack full of cloaks of many colors with hearts sewn on their sleeves worn threadbare
which are beckoning me to don them and go chilled numb into the world in tatters.

I can't find my well heeled shoes.
I know they were around here somewhere
I'm searching, sifting through a pile of ones I can not fill
and those that the journeyhas worn soulless which are beckoning me to don them to walk out on shaky ground, rattled.

And I can't find my hat to shield me from the downpour,
and I can't find my gloves that cease the wringing of my hands,
I can't find the muffs that cease the ringing in my ears.
I can't find the keys to the car to drive me far away from here.

I can't find the X on the map to know this path is exact,
can't even find the map at all, and there's no writing on the wall.

So I remain, naked, barefoot, lost, wondering what is the cost of what mattered.

~PauleyP