January 2019
My heart has closed.
Out of fear or out of survival, I'll never know. But I will tell myself to go forward, and I will live to see another stage.
I will build my walls once more, to protect the young, healing flesh, to protect what has been delicately and painstakingly patched together by my own love.
I will nurture what was once beautiful back into its former beauty. I will thrive. I will grow.
I will learn not to let the malicious forces in, because they only want what they cannot have.
I will ready my armies. I will barb my fences. I will train my guns. I will shut the gates, locking them and bolting them in an iron stronghold.
And if I fail, I'll burn the whole thing down. I will burn it past recognition. I will burn it beyond salvation. I will raze it to the ground.
I will fight.
I am stronger than what has tried me.
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The Unfinished
Poetry"Justice to my words." The unsaid thoughts that bloom feverishly. An ongoing journey of one person's love and her reflections as time passes.
