Vulnerable

I built a safe room around
my most precious
& fragile possession.
How else could I keep myself
from coming apart?
from unraveling?

Now here you stand
threatening my very existence
because though safely locked away
I can hear the steady beat
grow louder & louder
taunting my delicate mind
every time you are near.

I built a safe room around
my most precious
& fragile possession.
Who could have guessed
I'd still be susceptible
to heartache?

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On inspiration for this piece: This idea was pulled from Poetic Asides's 2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 15. "For today’s prompt, pick an adjective, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem."

So of course you're wondering how I selected my word.  I thought about using the "word of the day" from my dictionary app, but it wasn't a adjective...and when I went backwards in days the first adjective I came across was from the 12th...caseous which means "of or like cheese"...yeah, that wasn't going to happen.  So instead, I went to the section where you could see what words were trending as well as what words were recently search anywhere on the map.  So I went ahead and zoomed in on my location and found someone nearby (even possibly in the same building - I zoomed in pretty close)...thus vulnerable.

An aside:  It is day 15...that means I made it halfway through...even though I feel myself waning, I will continue to push on...hopefully....