Extroverted Introvert

Once there was a little girl, sweet and naive.

Now there is a taller girl, joyful and carefree.

Lest you believe this was an easy feat,

let me share the story of this little Bo-Peep

You are always 50 paces away from me

For “distance makes the heart grow fonder,”

or so they say.

Intimacy makes my heart race,

not with joy, but in fear.

“Please don’t hug me.”

Anxiety claws her nails down my spine.

My decision?

I refuse to be controlled by her any longer,

done with her desire to push everyone away.

I faced her head on and said...

“I love you. It is okay to let them in.”

 I wrapped my arms around her,

a smile crossed her lips, 

and she was gone.

Once there was a little girl, sweet and naive.

Now there is a taller girl, joyful and carefree.

Lest she remain with her walls held high,

let me finish this story with a sweet goodbye.