National Poetry Month 2016 - Poem #4

So what if this is it?
What if planning has been overshadowed by fear?
What if hope isn't as resilient as it once was?
What if doubt has given way to more questions than answers?
Pretending that all is well when on the inside confusion looms in orbit around the center of my chest.
Rest is all she is seeking
A place to call home and get cozy
Longing to just be nurtured
For once
She has no more to give
Rather, she does not know what else to give
Her previous gifts have yet to be enough
Until her gentle nature becomes target practice
Multiple hands hold the bow
Trigger happy and waiting to see her break
But she is ready
Suited and armored,
shield in place
She rests in her stance
And prepares for the battle of questions and answers once again.