Heartbeat

This morning I listened to my heart beat.

I woke up.

I sat up.

And there it was.

Neither by my neck nor wrist did I check my pulse.

From my head to my toes, from my skin to my core,

I felt it.

Thumping, bumping.

Beating. 

It sang to a song it created.

It danced to the moves it made up.

It thrived with the life it let out. 

This tiny organ,

In the center of my being,

Was alive,

and I heard it,

felt it,

Breath. 

Reviews

[CourtneyCalle]

Hey baby girl! it's been a while but I have a poetry blog and I was wondering if I could feature your poem on it! check it out and whats it all about. :) http://healmewithwords.blogspot.com

[BrinaMarie]

Sure thing. Just cite me and link me to the page. Love your work~!

[Sami Khalil]

I enjoyed reading this poem alot...Thank you for penning...:)

[BrinaMarie]

My pleasure. Thank you for reading!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...........

[Dr. Wood ?]

aint life a wonderful thing?
We can take all of it for granted so easily
we should all celebrate each moment

thanks for this

[BrinaMarie]

You're welcome and thank YOU too!