How a Heart Beats

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.


Down the Road

I see flowers growing
down the road. I see
them shooting through
the concrete. Under
my feet isn’t a street;
it’s a dirt road only
the roughest feet know.
I hear birds chirping
down the road. I see
the sun shoot rays
down the road. Now,
I stay in place, as I
take up space. I see
what could possibly be
in front of me. Down
the road is where I’ll go.

The Ride

I ride out the day with a big smile

In hopes that you will stay awhile.

I ride to coast through the pain I have,

Pain that would drive others mad.

I wish I could drive life’s rocky road

And relieve myself of this heavy load.

I exist in a body that moves around

a space and time yet to be found.

I was asked to be normal but I refused

Because some things I just can’t lose.

I strive to be well but look at this weather,

What a terrible day to try to get better.