In Your Hand
If you’ve ever wondered about whether your heart simply disappears from your chest within beats–which you probably haven’t, in all fairness–then this poem is for you. If you’ve become suddenly intrigued by that thought and maybe even a little unsettled at the idea of your heart taking a brief excursion from your chest every time it isn’t beating, then this poem is also for you. If this sounds like a load of random nonsense that has no bearing on reality, then this poem may not be for you, but you can still read it. Enjoy the freedom to relish in madness!
In Your HandCan you tell me where my heart is?
I can feel it within my chest–it beats,
thuds, shudders, judders, then…
for a brief moment, I cannot feel it at all.
Where does it go in those fleeting seconds?
Perhaps you take it from me, reaching in
between my ribs to grasp the still organ
and feel it, both alive and dead, in your hand.
Are you the reason for those impenetrable pauses?
You take the rhythm of life from me, and maybe
you take the breath from my lungs along with it,
and stand there–simply stand there–holding my life
and my soul
in your hand.
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