The actual thought of rejection frightens me
I’m scared that if I let my walls come down…
-melt the ice, the shackles and fences that … you’ll crush me… wound my heart all sore in blatant defeat
-make my walls weaker
-ice too watered down to freeze back up
-shackles all broken and unable to buckle up, and…
-fences all too feeble to mend
The walls that I built… hand made physically and mentally… is what’s protected me from all past hurt
The stability that I created to avoid all the messiness of emotional instability
I strive to earn the crown of being the ice queen, but the tears still pour out
It’s not easy to construct these walls… even harder to shred
It takes a strong person willing and patient to push through them with care
Cookies, Coffee & Poetry 