A Man In A Raincoat

I feel like a man in a raincoat;
only my naked soul, inside;
guarded by a drawbridge and moat;
feeling I’ve something to hide.

Unapproachable; guarded from others;
feelings not wanting to share;
guarding myself from all lovers;
not believing there’s someone to care.

My raincoat has served as my protection;
keeping all failures and weakness within;
I won’t ever face any of life’s rejection;
as long as I don’t allow others to come in.

My soul is so lonely; very private and shy;
fearing others; I’m brought to the brink;
not wishing exposure to strangers, nearby;
out of fear, of what strangers might think.

Raincoats come in all styles and colors;
for deception is their ultimate role;
hiding feelings and thoughts from others;
preventing intimacy of the soul.

I’ve seen them daily, and each night too;
protected by their drawbridge and moat;
guarding all feelings from me and you;
each, hiding in their very own coat.

Never hide behind a bridge and a moat;
everything’s toxic, when held, within;
someday, all souls must shed their raincoat;
and allow all the world to come in.