You know those moments
when you hear your own heart beating?
It definitely scares a part of me,
as it reminds me of the only tiny organ that is keeping me alive
and the fragility of my survival
and the nearing of my death.
But another part is grateful,
as it reminds me that my heart beats louder now
after choosing to love harder
each day.
It reminds me that I’m human, fleshy, bloody;
that my soul was gifted a body
able to hug the other bodies
that house the souls of my loved ones.
The beat of my own heart
makes everything else silent
so I can hear my brain thinking,
my stomach digesting,
and my soul
singing
beneath it all.
Ali Walks Around 