The Shield

I was going to do a recipe today but I’ve never poached an egg before and I messed up so here’s a poem:

The Shield

By Ivy

No need to point your finger at me

Just because I’m all you see.

Do not mistake my fury for hurt.


Yes, a broken shard can cut,

But just because I made you bleed

Do not think I am broken.


I’m not the victim you want to blame.

I’m not trying to put you to shame.

Because she was one way, don’t think I’m the same.


Every blow you throw, I meet.

You hurt only yourself; I am a shield.

Wise up. Look at yourself.


Your mistakes will be short-lived

If only you stop repeating them.

Author: precariouswriter

I live in Calgary, Canada where I was born and raised, but I lived in Winchester, England for three years while in university. When I was fourteen, I decided there weren’t enough books in the world and set out to make more. Since then, I’ve been writing non-stop and aim to work in the book industry. I have two blogs: is my personal blog where I'll write about anything. is book and writing-related posts including reviews, poems, short stories and articles.

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