Remember when I said I was hurt beyond recognition and built walls around my heart?
Entire friendships were sabotaged and I cut a lot of innocent people off.
Understand that I thought my emotions had played a really good part.
Emotions that had begun to fade and my feelings became arms bound with cuffs.
Little wonder I lost hope in finding light in places that looked like holes.
Keys? Yes, definitely. I had keys to my trapdoors.
With more exits than entrances to the maze I call my soul.
And even more sores that were overly guarded with shifting mirrors and caving floors.
My aim was to never repeat the same hurtful mistakes again.
Even with all the protection, you’ll never believe what was over the outer fence.
Qui Vive, Jasmine! Lookout for rain.
Umbrellas of unbelief; discarded. I am now drenched.
And someone has rekindled this dying flame.
Now I know you must be wondering who on earth this person is.
So I wrote this piece with hopes that the first letter of every line spells out his name.
Also, one thing I’ve learnt at the end is this:
Healing comes when you finally let go of the pain.