My heart is burrowing in. Trying to find safety. To find somewhere soft and dark and hidden. It’s looking for time to beat softly, gently, sweetly. People seem to keep finding it, my frightened heart, to wrench open the cupboard door and expose it to the harsh light. To yank back the bed covers and leave it frozen with pain. My heart is sad and terrified. It wants to go home. To find a place. It’s own place. Safe from the crowd. Safe from cruel exposure.