My heart goes to ground, into hiding, fearful of the outside world and the traps lurking in the corridors of power.
My heart goes soft when in the company of my little canine, unconditionally loved out of the hardness.
My heart lives a lot in the darkness, beyond a high wall of protection, sad so very sad to be there.
My heart knows many armours and feels the loss of love deeply.
My heart never gives up even when my mind would have me do otherwise.
My heart knows a truth beyond the imaginings of my tormented mind.
My heart goes on just waiting for me to be brave enough to share it without fear of rejection.