What? No Homonyms?

Growing up is hard.

Well, it makes you hard.

The shell you need to

brace yourself in the world

tempers into steel

transmutes into armor

–you become the

needed knight

and it’s up to you

to decide

how shiny

that mail remains.


About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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