Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Blood courses and cycles through me.
Thump. Thump Thump.
Renewed, refreshed, distributed, and drained.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The easiest beacon, always there to be listened to.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
There to remind, it remains.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A metronome in my chest that cannot hold a consistent line.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
But still hearing the steady beat; everything is fine.
And I think it is such a beautiful, symbolic sound.
Relaying health, emotion, and power by its drum.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The song that lasts from the first to the last sun.
I think this is objectively a little cringe coming from me, but my own heartbeat is a calming presence for myself (its absence is definitely quite alarming). I think the messages I’ve sown into this poem are meaningful to me, even if they are hard to read in retrospect 😅