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. 

Over-compensating 
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

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A Glow in the Pit of My Soul
A Glow in the Pit of My Soul

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