I peel away the dry-wall of my heart. There I find scars, nicks, and gouges of my past that were never healed; never cured.
No, they were merely hidden during the day..a sort of gloss over my imperfections. Sure, at night I could feel them. During the darkest, coldest nights.
But, I focused instead on my self-chosen wallpaper of self-sufficiency, feigned courage, and logic. Now, the dry-wall is fraying and I am faced with a choice:
Expose the stories which gave me the worn bricks to promote healing and transparency.
Or, re-wallpaper with the pattern of hope, love, and secrets.