Mine is a caged heart that quivers.
It lets in no intruders nor visitors.
High unscalable walls it boasts.
It's a river, impassable by sailboats.
How did it end up in a lock down?
Was it the result of an emotional breakdown?
Or a choice made in an instant?
Maybe there lies hope in the distance.
But for now, it lies with bated breath.
Steady, sturdy, stoic and stealth.