barriers still

Lately I've been thinking about things. Is anyone else also afraid of the things you want? I'm worried that my heart will never be opened again like it was back then. I can face my fears all I want, but if I don't let it reach me, change me, what's the point? What's the point of doing what scares you if you aren't risking something? I am less afraid than I have ever been. And yet there are barriers still. It seems that most people are concerned about whether they are loved. That includes me, I guess. But what I am most concerned about now is whether I can love people. Will I ever love someone like that again? The stubborn part of me is shouting a resounding negative. Maybe I just need to heal from all the things I have undergone. The scars are somehow still wounding me. I will never feel ready to let go- it's a choice. A conscious choice. Pack it up, give it away, move onward. What kind of freedom is there in holding on anyway? So much easier said than done.