Day by day. Minute by minute.
Hearts tend to skip a beat
when we trip over our feet.
Hearts break after mistakes.
Hearts work hard to remedy
the pain created by the brain.
Hearts pump flowing blood
as tears and dirt make mud.
With each step, hearts beat
faster in times of disaster.
As long as my heart is still
beating, time is still fleeing.
I feel my heart pump slowly
with less blood flowing. Life
has taught me that heartbeats
appear when I face my fears.
In this life, I am starting to
notice how my heart works.
Now, through the joy and hurt,
I value life for what it’s worth.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 