In the end, I chose to build a wall, around my once fragile heart. Not to forget, but to protect the remains of myself that are still intact.
Stone by stone, I piled up the wounds and lessons. Every crack in the wall is a story that I no longer want to hold.
However, if one day there is a patient hand that knocks without breaking, maybe this wall will slowly collapse. And I will learn to open my heart once again, without fear of being hurt.
Source: Facebook - Hafez Poetry
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