Suit of Armor

I caught my breath tonight When my soul spun into oblivion I reached out to catch it But the wind whipped it away I wondered what if felt like to be a suit of armor Standing at attention shining and strong Waiting for something to come fill it And I wondered can anyone just fill it Or was it molded to fit just the right shape And I often wondered how many people tried to squeeze in it To wear it with pride when riding into battle Only to bring it back battered and dented To realize that fit just wasn’t right Was their someone there to hammer the contours back into place To buff out the scratches and patch over the holes And did this make the armor stronger or weak Could it ever return to what it was The strength it possessed when it was first worn Will it be polished and shined to be put in a museum Or will it age and rust abandoned in a field To become a house for the birds Shelter for mice and home to the weeds A lone sentry forever protecting emptiness inside