Took me a couple readings to plumb where I think you were going. Heavy stuff. I'll follow and get serious again. (For me, that precludes rhyming, though. When I try to be serious and rhyme, it sounds like a bad greeting card.)

***

Her heart, a fortress,
thick walls guard it from all hurt.
Nothing bad gets in.

Nothing good, either.
Self-reliance has it's price -
numbing emptiness.

Pity the falcon,
mewed up within, for safety.
Kimiko, fly free!

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