I stand in the doorway, thrown open against its will, drenched in armor made of steel fire rock knife blood tears fists hate fear.
Slowly…like a frightened child, Love raises it’s weary head, drawing it’s eyes up from the floor and washing over every piece of me that’s standing in our way.
Hesitant, guarded, I step slowly across the room.
Every piece of armor melts away like icy cold steaming river water as it evaporates into warm air.
I embrace Love.