I used to hang my thick skin up in the closet. Letting things wash through me rather than expelling them.
But after many salty rivers running down my cheeks, I have crawled into the wardrobe and hunkered down in the rough hide.
A hide to hide in.
I wear my shield proudly. Threats will attempt to penetrate, but my cover dissolves them to nothing.
Sometimes a chink will let one through, but then I’m back. Minor weakness, no collapse.
I wear my thick skin with pride for now…
waiting until it is safe to come out
into the bright light.