At first, the speaker seems to have won a hard-fought peace. She tells someone that they can no longer hurt her, that she has put on emotional armor and can meet their gaze without fever or distress. Her life now has the stillness of a river reaching the sea—quiet, unhurried, no longer torn apart. That sounds like healing. But the last lines crack the surface. She confesses that she misses the old way, the passionate vulnerability that came before the armor, even though it brought pain. The poem creates a mood of weary calm with grief underneath. It is not really a victory speech; it is the voice of someone who has shut down to survive and realizes that safety can feel like loss.
Armor — Summary
You cannot hurt me any more For I am armored now
And I can look into your face With cool, unfevered brow.
The tranquil river meets the sea, My life flows on at rest,
Unurged, untorn, but oh, my God! I love the old way best!