I found home in the numbing sheath wrapped around my heart covering it like the snow that hugs the hillsides in December That I look upon and envy For they are simply resting Their snow shall melt, and they will be comforted by the warming rays of the winter sun, They will flourish, bloom and serve their purpose. I will wither, fade and be erased, bit by bit.
Sometimes the thought of letting down your guard, exposing yourself is terrifying. The power of negative thoughts.