Unguarded Heart

Posted on July 1, 2013

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The warm breeze blows

an ease creeps in

unexpected and not particularly welcome

there is an edge to nerves

they heighten the sense

bringing up my guard

keeping me armed

I am not ready to open

not ready for trusting

there is a wall that has started to crumble

in the darkness cloaked

my heart has been left exposed

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