To the Gatherer of the Pieces of my Heart,

It frightens me to think of how,
Brick by brick and stick by stick,
You've been unbuilding the walls
That I so carefully constructed
For my heart's protection.

You cross each boundary slowly,
Gathering the scattered peices
of my heart along the way;
Keeping some and returning others
Never expecting payment for your efforts.

I wish that I could give each piece freely,
No, I wish that I could surrender the whole.
But cautiously I'm clinging to
the fragments I have left,
In a vain attempt to not be vulnerable.

Forgive me if I'm quiet, forgive me if I stare,
Forgive me if I sometimes hide behind my fear.
I'm slowly making progress, and with every passing day,
It's easier for me to give
These pieces of my heart away.