The purest heart's been torn the worst.
It never matters, last or first.
The scars, they're visible, but they are deep.
The mind builds walls. It plays for keeps.
Self Preservation helps build the fences.
Until we are lost in our defenses.
The courage to heal is the seed
which deserves attention, can quash the need
to ride that train towards insanity
and assure survival with vanity.
But rest certain, it took many years
to form the foundations of all the fears.
And the power needed to put them away
is immense, it is nothing with which to play.
So be patient, my friend
as I must also be.
I am the main character
in this unfantasy.

by Lisa Lindstrom

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