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?
