I put my sword into the lock. Turning it, I push the door open, Leaving the sword behind, So, I may now face my heart. So, I may let her see my heart.
The Child Inside Jacklyn Ruth
It’s what we build thick walls to hide; we wake up every day and put on our armor. It’s the small child inside us. It’s that feeling you get when the power goes out and all you have is a flashlight. We are our own body guard Our own vault Trying to stash away what others could use against us. But That’s no way to live…Is it? To live is to take chances
To make mistakes
To get a little messy
And sometimes, let people get to that soft spot, that child Because not everyone is out there to hurt you Because some people are worth the risk.
~ End Poetry ~ 8
