The Thick Armor Of A Thin Soul Poem by Arnie Villanueva

I have the wine spirit that shrouds my soul,
I wear the fierce mask that hides me from fear.
But beneath these armor, i lie here and growl,
To overcome my weakness and reach my goal.
I hate it when i'm being wounded by sadness and tear,
That makes me weak and hopeless at all -
I tried to fightback and motivate myself with the thinking -
That i am invincible and I shall not fall.
And now i have the heart, a heart that is filled with pride,
And i wear no mask to cover the coward,
I have come up the courage to face these tide,
Because now i am a warrior with nothing to hide...