My creative writing 'whisper' is speaking to me fervently today.... Here's what my whisper inspired me to write:

"Sense of Direction"

I locked my heart away
Told myself I'd never fall in love
Told myself I must be strong

To pursue my track by following what is deemed right
According to my sight

As the years went by and everything looked like I was following the dream
Everyone saw me and thought that's how she seems
Little did they know that deep inside I hid in the shadows
With fear and uncertainty I wait for the hallows

But in the thief of the night, a pickpocket undos the locks
He rips the strong iron and the door is unlocked

My heart and emotions start pouring down
Overwhelming my senses I feel dumbfound
SO much confusion in my heart, mind, soul
I feel I wont be the same any more

Now that my heart is wrenched open,
Is he aware that I have strong feelings for him?
Or am I still hidden in the shadows?

What happened to my sense of direction?