How did I become a closed-hearted, frightened woman?
What happened to the girl I used to be?
Bound and gagged.
Don’t be bold.
Don’t be happy.
Someone will take it from you.
Hide your heart.
So, I swept up the shards of my broken heart.
Put them in a jar.
Hid them away.
Forgot about them.
How did that girl get out?
How did she learn to put the pieces back together?
Jagged shards of heart neatly taped and sewn together.
‘That’s what it’s for,’ she whispers to me.
‘If it’s not broken you’re not using it properly.’