Armour

I never thought
that something so small
so minuscule
something most could pass
without a fleeting thought.
Could shake me so.
I used to foolishly think
that I was somehow bulletproof,
nothing could touch me
unless I let it.
I thought I had learned
from previous wounds
how to protect myself
with steel armour,
impenetrable.
But there it is
that sharp reminder
like an arrow piercing right through
that I am much more vulnerable than
I appear.