Fences
My heart is shielded by a fence of suspicion.
Wood?
Stone?
Wire?
Fear?
Anxiety?
It matters not what it’s made of, just what it does.
A shield of protection. Keeping me safe from the pain fighting to get through.
A bullet proof vest stopping the never ending ammunition of predators searching for a way to unleash an unguarded me.
People try to break through,
to climb,
to dig,
but I always stop their advances.
How much longer can I hold them back?
If they could penetrate my safeguard, would I still be safe?
Would my heart remain protected?
Would it even matter?
Do I even need this armor?
Can someone actually break what’s already broken?
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