I wonder.
Just what am I going to be?
I used to be more.
More....something.
More sure.
Time has changed that.
Time and experiences.
I am different now.
Vulnerable
and yet..
Not.
There are walls.
(or maybe I should say more walls)
I have never
really cared
for walls.
Still there they stand.
They have surprised me.
Should they?
I was the one who built them.
Even disliking them as I do.
They are difficult to get around.
A maze of sorts.
At times even my own thoughts
get lost.
My heart is placed at
the center.
Will it be found?
Does anyone care to look?
Or, will they,
seeing the walls.
Getting a sense of the maze.
Just circle around
the outside.
Thinking,
This is too damn hard.
I wish I were
brave enough
to break through the walls.
Or at least.
Give the finders
A map.
Or clues even.
But I'm afraid,
they won't use them.
Or worse.
They won't even want to.
