What are you?

Are you the sensation of a breath,

Running through their lungs?

I don't breathe.

Are you the gallons of different emotions,

All felt in one second?

I feel nothing.

Are you the vulnerability,

That limits their choices,

And can kill them?

I cannot be injured.

Are you the sight,

Of their skin growing baggy,

Their joints stiffening,

And their memories fading?

I am immortal.

Are you the one,

That watches over them,

And protects them from evil?

I am alone.

Are you the faith,

That gives them hope?

I have only myself.

Are you the love,

That sways them from evil,

That separates them from Satan?

I am the warrior.

What are you?

And what am I?