A heart,
Soft and tender,
Needs to be protected.
Something sturdy and dependable
To keep out the swords
That threaten to
Cut it.
So, we build walls.
Strong, unmovable; brick
By brick they go up surrounding
Our precious, breakable cargo.
We decide who will enter
Into the sacred inner
Courts.
Those who we
Deem unworthy, will never
Touch our mold-able centers for love.
By doing this, however, we also
Run the great risk of
Keeping out
Everyone.
Julianna May 
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