One Day He Will Turn Back

You should build a wall around your heart they told her You are too trusting, too open, too vulnerable, naïve She laughed thinking of a wall like that. She was a Pollyanna, a Julie Andrews, Snow White. She would have lived with the Seven Dwarfs gladly, Or entered an old codger’s house to hang prisms. Her open light was a beacon, which drew in a narcissist. He was handsome, which fooled her, like it had fooled others. She was whisked away, thinking it was a forever after. It was a life of hell, for she never learned to build the wall. Every day thinking this is the day he will turn back into the prince. Not realizing she had married a sociopathic wolf.