But Walls Do Crumble

I've noticed in the last year that my walls are made of a different material. Before, as little as maybe a year ago, they were made of armor, something that could not be permeated easily at all. But in this last year, my walls have become thinner, made of straw perhaps, that has allowed me to let emotions, passion and empathy come through as I reach out to friends and family. I'm not sure why this happened or what brought about this change, but even though I have felt more vulnerable than ever, it's a beautiful feeling as my heart softens.