Guarded

I’ve let my shield down 

Far too many times, 

Felt the slow burn of a  

Flaming arrow piercing 

Me from behind,  

I’m starting to learn  

The value of my heart 

Knowing I need to protect it 

Like a rare piece of art. 

You see, time and care is 

Poured into this piece; 

Flaws accented rather than 

Locked away in the 

Belly of the beast. 

Amateurs see an open canvas, 

Ready to make their mark 

And rip apart, 

But blank spaces are not left 

Untouched as an invitation for 

Manipulations and such. 

I am putting myself 

In a glass case, 

Ready to be admired 

And guarded. 

As I turn inwards, 

I finally, truly, begin my 

Journey to see my soul 

As more than just innards. 

I will beam when old shadows 

See it as mere selfishness,

As I stop bending over  

Backwards for yours truly, 

Your highness. 

Once the jester, I have risen to Queen, 

Ruling my own kingdom, 

For I have finally seen 

My reflection of pure light. 

No longer a victim, a giver, 

Filled with hurt and regret, 

Yet empty in every other way. 

The stars are in sight, 

As I grow with the trees, 

In The Mighty Forest. 

Shielding the innocent 

From hearts filled with none, 

But always being the first 

To soak up the sun.