Hearts

Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves,
Others hide theirs away,
Tucked down in the deepest,
Darkest,
Most isolated area,
So that no one,
May gain access to it.
What causes a person,
To want to keep others away,
From that most precious possession?
What is there to gain,
From denying others,
The chance to get close to you?
There is nothing but loneliness,
As a result of locking up your heart.
Alternatively,
We can open up the barricaded door,
Protection that fragile thing.
We can expose it to pain,
Put it in the way of danger.
Trust another to keep it,
Only to have them,
Toss it out of the second story window.
But,
By lowering our defenses,
Only ever so slightly,
We not only expose our hearts,
To pain,
But also to something,
Infinitely more powerful.
The experience,
Of happiness.
The power,
To complete the needed balance.
The light that drives away the dark.
The experiences,
That cause you,
To love being alive.
Causing you to be happy,
About the fact,
That you decided to get out of bed,
That morning.
A single moment in time,
Seems to make all the bad things,
That have ever happened,
Seem,
Completely meaningless.
Those moments of tears,
Disappear,
From the pool of memories,
That have accumulated,
Over the years.