Your soft inner core,
where you’re wounded and raw,
is also the birthplace
of love, joy, and awe.
You’re cut off from those
by your prickly shell,
built to keep you safe—
now it keeps you unwell—
and it keeps me out, knocking
on your shell’s spiky door.
Please risk it and open.
I’ll help hold your core.
In the notebook
You've captured the essence of that sort of relationship beautifully. I have someone in my life like that, too--someone who I wish would let their guard down just a little. ❤️