Catrina

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?