The Rhythm of the Heart


No one has ever known me
except the ghosts that haunt me;
the memories of the past
keep me chained.


Is life more than skin and bones?
The scars have branded me, 
but the heart is forgotten.


The rhythm of the heart
is more than the ebb and flow
of a chest cavity.


It beats despite its beatings;
it keeps pulsing although many
have tried to make it flatline.


I'm pacing the halls of this place,
to find another heart
that knows my tempo.


So many have dealt
with their own ghosts,
dwelt in the past like me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by "One Heart" by Mat Kearney

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