Guarded

Posted: February 2, 2014 in Poetry
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An iron wall,

a barricade,

a suit of armor

that doubles as a mask.

This is what we wear.

We put them around our minds.

We find comfort in our defenses-

blank-faced, revealing little

or nothing at all.

No one can see the fear,

then.

The fear of being hurt.

If we don’t let anyone past these boundaries,

we think we’ll never be harmed.

But the truth is,

they trap us

in our fear.

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