the weak times
What is it about these weak times that makes people want to return to my life? It appears to be an opportunity for them to wedge themselves between the panels of my hard armored shell. Normally my head is held high in a "I am not going to make an effort for you" way. It may sound harsh- as if I am spurning the offered comfort- and maybe I am. But I have built up this wall that prevents many in the past from returning in my life and the truth is that it takes many times for someone to attempt to scale that wall before they will ever make it.