"through the cracks"

there are some valuable things i've let slip begrudgingly through the cracks of an imaginary wall, one i've stacked firmly in place to - ironically - keep other important things safely inside.

fractures made me fearful, for the thought had become apparent that if i remained reckless, these same fractures would likely progress into fissures.

there's not a whole lot you can do to mend that sort of rupture through the core, one that bleeds through to the pits of a soul. so you do what you can and what you do is barricade the pieces left from anything that might threaten to chip them down to scraps.

consequently, i denied entrance to travelers who thought themselves carpenters. and perhaps they may have been skilled enough with their hands, but i figured my heart not worth the risk of potential and permanent demolition.

oddly enough, such self-serving detachment may be the most consideration i have shown my being thus far.