Walls.

You know those walls that we build? The ones to protect our hearts, the ones to hide a secret, the ones to show how hardcore we are. The walls that we build strong with lies and broken pieces and pain from the past, the ones that we don’t let many people into or perhaps let too many people break down. What if you find someone that lets you in? That shows you the broken pieces, the hurt and the pain. And you do the same in return, you become vulnerable, you give them your hand and your heart to hold.

But what if you are put back on the other side again? As you stand there, you realize something’s missing…it’s your heart. Your heart is on the other side. You look at the wall, it seems stronger and taller than ever. What do you do…what can you say to get back in? Do you stand and wait for a door to open and a hand to pull you back through, or do you climb like hell to overcome it.

So many questions, so much confusion. You take a step forward and two steps back, trying not to make a wrong move. No matter how many steps you take, it all comes down to waiting. Waiting…it can be the hardest to do, especially when you know that your heart and the person holding it are hurting and lost on the other side.