Heart Beats
I gather my thoughts but run with a narrative of thinking I don't know what's wrong or why my heart flutters in my chest
There's no mystery whatsoever, lists could be made, questions could be asked
People say "that's a lot to deal with"
But I feel so guilty, wanting to deal with any and everything in my stride - if I just acknowledged my right to be affected maybe...
Even here, lay down - thinking into a poem I want to turn on my heel and run. Maybe that's the thud thud thud in my chest
bpm 105 and rising - I used to have a resting heartbeat of about 68, now I'm running invisible marathons
Too much information - plagued by data. I should just know I'm resting now. Nothing else needs doing
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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