I Do Not Build Walls

You are too vulnerable the gypsy fortune teller told me, narrowing her eyes. I smiled at her. I know my irises were dancing. “I know!” I quickly agreed. She tried to warn me. I needed to build walls to protect myself. I have never built them and I never will. Wall building is not something I do. I am an empath, and I love people. Yes, my vulnerability hurts me sometimes. I am tossed inside tornadoes, and thrown into rain barrels unexpectedly. But I am a survivor. Sure, I expect others to love me the way I love them. Sometimes they do, often they do not. Sob. Sob. Whine. Whine. I laugh. Because my crying is private. I save it for my alone time. Not wanting to burden others. Wanting only to uplift them, nourish them and make them my tribe. If they kick me, shun me, and beat me. It’s on them. Like my daughter says “It is really hard to hit Mary Poppins.” Walls? No. Never. It’s not my style. And I am practically perfect in every way.