MOMMA  J                                 

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.

♥️💐♥️