I have let a cold stone

I have let a cold stone wrap around my heart.
Around that I have wrapped it with a layer of foam and bubble wrap.
I am tired of slamming my heart up against the walls of my chest. My
heart
Is a tiny little baby bird.
The bird
needs to be held and nursed back to life.

I am not sure if that baby bird is dying.
Maybe the cat finally got to it.