All must carry the scars of the past.
Some shallow, some deep,
Some physical, some emotional.
Hearts can be made of
feathers, of glass, of gold or of steel.
Mine like steel, can take many hits.
Can handle all kinds of punishment,
but steel is not impenetrable.
You may think me unmovable,
but I am the weakest of all.
Because hiding within the steel walls,
lies a fragile organ,
that can be easily strained.
For If the wall falls,
I'm as good as dead.