Wings In My Ribcage

Wings In My Ribcage

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My Soul

It’s like this lame heart of mine 
is reminding me
that it’s still beating. 

by almost busting through my sternum, 
as if it fears I've left it behind, 
to be long forgotten.

Stay calm, little bird, 
I can hear your fluttering.

I never stopped listening.

© 2015 A Glow in the Pit of My Soul

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Added on January 20, 2015
Last Updated on January 22, 2015
Tags: chronic illness, anxiety, heart


A Glow in the Pit of My Soul
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