So faint
And yet, so loud
Is my heartbeat
I can literally hear it in my ears
Slowly sounding away in my chest sometimes
Other times, it feels like my heart wants to jump out of my chest
If you were to place your head and ear on my chest, you would hear it clearly and know this
Is my heartbeat
Under my wrists, against my elbows, on the sides of my ears, on the softer parts of my neck
I can feel it throbbing
Both slowly and faster
And that is my heartbeat
Sometimes, I visit the doctor
Who uses the long tube that he places on my chest and abdomen
To listen to my heartbeat
Whatever I am told, I just might have to go with it
When I see my favourite person
I can swear some of my heartbeats aren’t recorded
I swear they skip
Once or twice or thrice
My heart is that excited and that
Is my heartbeat
When I see my favourite person no more
I can swear many of my heartbeats are recorded….heavy and sad and deep
I swear they don’t skip because I hear them loud and clear
Once, twice, thrice and more
My heart is that broken and sad and that
Is my heartbeat
When someone startles me
Or when I come across something that I am afraid of
Some of those heartbeats skip, too
But this time around, the heart beats a little too much
Either to let me know that I can face what I am looking at
Or not and I need to run away…and that
Is my heartbeat
When you are lying, the heartbeats can always tell that you are
If you are trained to slow them down, you just might get away with it
And when you are telling the truth, the heartbeats won’t lie about that
If you are trained to jump them up a bit, you just might get away with it
And that
Is my heartbeat
How about when you are doing something you love?
How about when you are doing something you hate or dislike?
Is your heartbeat significant or important in that moment?
Can you tell how many times you have counted your heart beat?
Can you ably say that this is my heartbeat?
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