I've built up these walls for so long, I should almost be proud of them. I never wanted to experience the mortifying feeling of being known, of being burnt again, of reeling under siege. But the way you stood outside my kingdom, eager yet steadfast, patiently waiting to form an alliance, it moved something in me.
I know I don't deserve the feeling of your warmth, and I do deserve to wear these bandages as a reminder of my sins. But you gave me hope that there could be a better future for this world. One without a blazing storm of fire, no. But one rekindled from the ashes, hope flooding in anew.
I hesitated at first, these bonds circling and winding tightly around my entire body screaming not to repeat the same mistakes. But I knew it would be different with you. I reached deep within myself to find the courage, and opened my wounds, opened my walls once more. Fully prepared to accept that my world could be set on fire again, but fully trusting you to walk hand in hand with me on the path to healing.
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