Wrote: Feb. 7th, 2009
First draft
By Kate Lynn Schlomer
The Beating in My Chest
What is this thing inside me?
Beating in my chest?
It keeps me alive, but causes me so much pain
I want to rip it out sometimes.
It beats a rhythm like music,
but all I hear is the ticking of a clock,
waiting for its time to run out.
When I listen to it thump, and feel it in my chest,
I have an urge to protect it.
But at the same time, all I want is for it to be gone,
so I no longer have to bare its burden.
It’s easy to break
and takes time to repair.
It’s so completely simple,
yet at the same time, too confusing to understand.
What is this thing inside me?
Beating in my chest?
It’s my life source, but it’s more than that.
It’s me. It’s my present. It’s my past. It’s my future.
It’s everything about me…everything I am.
It beats - and I live.
It stops – and I die.
It’s my heart…my life source, and my life.
 Katie Wildheart · Mon Feb 09, 2009 @ 12:11am · 1 Comments |
