originally written from a Word Prompt…. A few months before my separation in 2014
I penned my heart and soul to you.
You grind your teeth and sneer.
I wrote of love, devotion and friendship.
You rolled your eyes as you crumpled my paper.
I poured out my deepest feelings.
You trampled them to ashes.
It was 13 years ago yet I remember each detail vividly.
I stopped writing because of you.
I recently started writing again, because of you.
Because of all the pain you caused my bleeding heart.
Finally I could release my anger, pain, bitterness, fear and resentment.
I faced them.
I faced you.
You no longer scare me.
But to share my writings with you leaves me open and vulnerable.
Why?
Do I value your opinion that much?
I guess I do.
I want to trust you with my heart.
I want to open up.
But I don’t want to feel so vulnerable or fall prey to your criticism.
All I seek is your approval and value.
I need to continue to remember that I am valued and approved by the One higher then you.
Am I willing to risk being vulnerable to you?
I want to,
I want to take that risk.
I am scared.
I am extremely protective of my heart.
Maybe with little baby steps I can take the risk and allow myself to be vulnerable.