HeartbeatA Poem by Journey
My ear. Is on the carpet,
On my floor.
I am listening
For the heartbeat
Of my house.
It is dark
Outside my house.
But it feels. Darker.
Inside.
I do not hear the heartbeat
Of my house.
Has it died?
I wonder almost automatically.
Houses don’t have heart beats
I recall.
My hand is on my belly
Feeling for a heartbeat,
Or a kick.
Does it feel rounder today?
I really don’t want
To hear a heartbeat
From within.
© 2009 Journey
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Added on January 21, 2009AuthorJourneyHillsdale, CanadaAboutWhat it there to say about who I am? I am who I am and it changes, just like everyone else. more..Writing
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