A Fortress

Dear God,

I've built a fortress around me. It has iron walls around my entire body with a special metal mixed in so I can see out but no one can see in. The iron is light to carry yet serves as a protective shield from harmful blasts of intruders. Whether friendlies or combatants, no one is allowed in.

I am a survivor. Those are the tools I never throw away. I hide when I need to be hidden. I am silent when I need to not be heard. I am clothed in protective gear when I feel threatened. I am body armored when I feel my safety is threatened. I am a survivor.

I am the protector of my inner child. I am the reason she is alive. I am the bond that holds her close to you, God. I am the only one who knows her. I am all she has. She is all I have. There are many inside wearing protective suits. They are equipped with your armour so no intruder can hurt them. They are capable and fully trained in how to do battle with the enemy. They've met him before. He is no stranger to them.

I am my own weapon. I am a double edged sword. I will fight to the death to stay alive. I will ward off enemies who try to infiltrate the foxhole I've dug and camouflaged. They will not find me. No one knows where I am. No one can hurt me anymore. I am gone and I will not be back. I have terminated relationships that are false. I am a soldier at war.

I am your soldier, God. You are my commanding officer. Only if you say so will I engage the enemy. Who is the enemy? People who say they care about me and want to love me.

Amy