Heart Strings

Everyday you wake up with webs in your eyes

and strings on your appendages.

You move and move

spin and spin

and add yet strands and strands

until you’re caught

in a multicolored tangle

that at times you let them

reach your neck

tightening

tighter

tighter

tighter

until all you can hear is that faint

Lub

… then the countdown to nothing begins

and you’re plunged in a state of numbing

e m p t i n e s s

and all of you is scattered.

But in that ground zero state,

instinct kicks in

forcing you to release your restraint,

walls collapse

strings unwind

and everything rushes back

you are you again

whole

as you don’t really have a choice

at something deemed involuntary

…Dub

And the cycle starts over

Lub-dub, Lub-dub, Lub-dub

Everyday is a battle of pressures,

forces,

gravity,

fought by a fist-sized muscle

willingly,

without second thought.

For a small organ,

always fighting for you,

why keep giving it a reason to stop it’s beat?