Doors of my Heart

Doors of my Heart

It is not that I am not willing to open wide the doors of my heart, it is the constant battle that I have going on in my soul; the war between my heart and my mind, the fear I have harvested from all the bad experiences that are planted in my memories.
I want to let my heart roam free and let it pour out all the love it can give, but I have been left empty the too many times I have done this.
Now, I worry about pouring too much, or pouring too little, trying to keep my eyes open so I do not miss the red when people throw their flags. You could say that I am trying to love freely, while learning that boundaries can keep wolves from coming in with wrong intentions again.