How does one break
through the walls built
to protect your own heart from others?
Is it a crack,
a small fault in the design
that let’s another in.
Or is it by force,
like pulling tape off skin
that has adhesed a little too well,
I’m not sure but damn
if I don’t wish for the opportunity.
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
Song in the Silence 