In Respite

My respite, is clearly laden with strife. Yet, You strive, to give me, constant grief. It’s my belief, that i, will still rise to the skies, in spite of all your reproof. i am bulletproof now. I left my stress on bed rest. Amidst the unrest, under duress, watch me chill, in repose. I won’t even oppose your outpour of nasty-nice chatter. I’ll bolt tight, my shutter, before i drift away in my little bubble my only hustle will be staying afloat