Heartbeat

Heartbeat

This morning 

in my uncomfortable mattress, 

I awoke to a rather odd feeling. 

My chest, 

the left breast, 

under unsculpted pecs 

blood 

and bone. 

My heart. 

An organ I long forgot

started to beat 

in its skeletal cage. 

Like a songbird in 

a bay window tea room, 

my body found a 

settling calm. 

Still this light casts 

those terrible shadows of macabre demons. 

But the beat of my heart 

stirs others from the deep dark

recesses of my imaginative mind. 

With each bell toll of 

pulsing red blood: 

Light rises against Dark 

Self truth repels my own anxious lies. 

Everlasting life shields me from never ending death. 

I am not to banish those dark emotions 

for they are as part of me 

as my skin 

skull

and soul. 

But I will control them. 

My heartbeats to 

the sound of me

and reminds me 

I’m not alone.