A Road to My Heart

There is a road to my heart, unguarded, unwatched. There is no toll. There is no checkpoint. It is the quickest route to my innermost depths. It is a narrow road, and there is only ever room for one on it. But the one on that road has access to the deepest parts of me. In there, they can find my loves, my fears, my desires, my hates... everything. Once there, they can stir in me anything they desire. No one else has the ability to build me up or tear me down as that one person.

She is on that road. I am not sure she wants the power that has been given her. I am not sure if she understands all that this power entails. But she wields it nonetheless — knowingly or not. And I am held sway by the steps she makes and the actions she takes. She is like a surgeon that has cut deep into me. I am exposed before her, and she has all the power in the world to heal or destroy.

I pray that the one who walks this road treads carefully.

©2003, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author.