• kottak 10w

    The consuming fear of past trauma is what keeps my heart guarded by 10 foot walls and armed guards with clear instructions to destroy anyone who makes it over the walls. The guards were placed outside specially for you because you barreled through the walls as if they were paper. Only to be shot on the spot which starts over the process but you've started over so many times the guards began to trust the consistency and allowed you to make it a little further each time you came in. Leaving my heart exposed, vulnerable to capture . Who knew it would be by you again?
    ©kottak