Searching
I can’t put myself out there
Emotionally, you know
The heart is really the most fragile thing
Like a fine china cup
Outside, where it’s cold and windy
And hateful and unwholesome
Spiteful and too bright
I don’t want to be chipped more than I’ve healed
I’m in this cupboard
Safe.
So my heart is Anxious. Anticipating. Angry that no one has come
Calm. Controlled. Cinched in place
I’ve succeeded in keeping hell out
But now heaven can’t come in
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