I wonder

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.