The Three Hearts - Original Poem

Walls around my heart.

Cheesy? Perhaps.

True? Completely.

My walls have built up,

Numerous pains have created them

And formed them into the

Imposing castle

They have become.

Monstrous walls,

Tall, mean towers,

Guards patrolling the perimeter.

My walls were not about to come down.

Every wall was surrounded by

A seemingly endless moat

Of lost emotions and tears.

Pathetic? Sometimes.

Annoying? Always.

Only three hearts have ever been inside

Of the castle that hides who I am.

Others have breached the gates,

But never really been inside.

One:

A friendship that has gone through

Endless tests

Over the years.

Yet we found our way back

To the genuine hearts

Of each other.

Two:

A friendship,

Not yet weathered or old.

Yet, stronger than many

That survived the moats.

And came to my castle,

Despite the storms.

Three:

A heart that is unlike any other

That has been presented to my walls.

Times have been kind to us,

But that heart has major damage

That helps my heart trust it.

Our hearts understand each other,

We are better through the pain,

Wiser.

Kinder.

My walls do not easily get breached,

But my third brave heart visitor...

That heart was not afraid to show

Every part it had to show

At the time.

Once my guards saw that kindness,

They grew weak and sappy.

Turned a silent cheek, 

If you may.

Once inside,

That heart dug deep,

But never pressured it’s way inside.

Just waited, 

Expressed,

And grew a trust within me...

In a way no one ever has before.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~