My heart is like a secret garden and the walls are very high.
Not because I’m conservative or shy.
But because I’ve been shattered before.
Look closely and you’ll see that my wall of protection is built up from the mishaps of my past.
I forgave easily and allowed vulnerability to take over me.
But no more.
I refuse to let my emotions to guide me.
I refuse to be ground by depression and sorrow.
My way of life some call toxic.
But I’d rather burn to the ground alone than have those I considered dear to me light the match.