We put up walls. A barricade for safety from hurt and pain, and they let no one in. But I crave connection. To feel close to people, but I’m scared to be pushed away. I want to reach out, grasp for solid ground. I’m afraid it will give way.
I’m at a turning point. A fork in the road. One keeps those barriers up and the other slowly lets them crumble away.
I’ve made up my mind. Made my decision. I’ll take that first step down a road I’ve not yet traveled. And no matter what happens. I know I’ll be better for it.