Growing up, I was quiet child. Tightly wound. A constant feeling of pressure in my chest from the coils of my feelings. Slowly tightening as the years passed.
Few truly knew me. My circle was small. I was an enigma wrapped in a mystery.
As I’ve gone through life, I have come to realize that my patience to open up is truly a virtue. I also learned that my silence was a detriment. My unwillingness often led to heartbreak.
I’m wiser now. I own the keys to my emotions. Not everyone deserves to be let in. I’ll speak the words I kept in my head and in my heart to those who are worthy.
