Putting on Brave (A Five Minute Poem)

Today I go to the closet 

Rifle through textiles sewn

To take the chill off

Or to dance 

Or sit at the table in front of 

New American cuisine.

I need to put on brave

Perfectly fitted yet

Comfortable 

And composed. 

It is not cold

And there is no music

And dinner will call for pajamas 

Since likely it will be a 

Bowl of cereal

With Milk.

And tomorrow again,

I will put on brave and hope,

Armored,

In a world 
Shooting arrows

When everything

Within wishes to put 

On a dress

And dance.

"Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm." (Ephesians 6:13)