Shiny metal, pointed edges and grey with a sunshine hue,

Golden warmth radiates as you press me closer to you.

It took time to form the links that bound you to me,

You didn’t always want to shield me you see.

Robust exterior, shut out to all.

I never knew armour could be so cruel.

Cold to the touch with an icy bite,  

Hardened by an enforced inclination to fight,

But shields aren’t for active war,

All such violence does is divide more.

So you let me in, united by a desire for protection,

We polished the metal until I saw a rainbow reflection.

Your rusty edges grew bright,

The dull metal became a light,

I can’t get all the scratches off and some of you is still scarred but I know I’ll always be safe under the gaze of your guard.

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