The rib cage is like a binder for the heart.
So allow me to ask this:
Even when the heart is put away and blocked from others
Does it still ache?
Why does it get hurt by those who claim to love us?
When we call upon them to help and not hurt us, they break our hearts and bruise
When those we love break us and the emotion come rushing in like a river of
Sadness into a waterfall of our tears.
Like an exotic bird, beautiful, majestic, and breathtaking, thrown into a cage
Too small for it wings to be spread in all of their glory.