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