Guarded

sentinels guard
the gate
of my heart
which lies
bruised
beaten
belittled
and
afraid

should they drop their armor?
allow fresh air
Sunshine
and
new love
to heal
all those
broken places
the rips, tears, abrasions
that once kept me from your side

warm against your back
curled in your arms
contrasted against white sheets
my wistful glances
looking inward
staring down the guards
shining armor
sharpened blades
a standing army
ready to retire