Armor
By Sammy


Dad
You, a voice of valor. Iron facade foiled and tattered.

Son
Rather enthused as a lad. And youth was basked in unbridal adorn
This side of the “norm”.
A smile worth its charm in mileage.
“It’s shiny..” he warmed up to the Irony suit
It’s cold. He hated the cold, it reminds him of YOU.
The silence, the brooding nature; untimely commute.
“Daddy it’s two”
The silence. The muted complexion lacking primary hue
Affections measured in decibels
The higher the value the higher you’re valued, or so..
It seemed
So he scream
He screams at the world
Taking liberty with the word “scream” what I mean is he leaps before looking.
Hoping to reach through emotion. Heaving and hoping, in being emotive, they’ll see him as “golden”
Not the iron facade that dad would have woven
Far from it. He was carved from a different metallic
A beautiful onyx. Even black sheep can turn into beautiful swans. Until he learns that things are as they should be. Always has. Always was.