breaking open the heart

i thought i was chiseling at your shell and after a while the mirror revealed that it was my own armor that needed to be torn apart, layer by layer, piece by piece. step out into the cold, bask in the warmth, feel it all, fear or not. Fear not.

breaking open the heart, tender and raw, exhilarating and terrifying, insecure and comforted, all at once.

i can never go back again.






copyright 2009 Alisa Barry