A Life Worth Living

Humdrum my heart pounds in my chest.

Then its off to the races da dum da da dum,

Louder and louder it echoes

Drowning every thought

Focusing only one rhythm.

Pound, da dum da dum, pound.

The sound magnified, accelerating,

Racing, taking over,

Da da da dum, da dum

Lungs overpowered,

I gasp, whoosh

Short and desperate, whoosh, whoosh,

A new rhythm swoops in

Infiltrating, disrupting, reviving

Forming a new harmony

Whoosh da dum da dum whoosh

Rescuing thoughts allowing a new focus

Slowing down, softer and softer

Whoosh da dum whoosh da dum whoosh

My heart is still.

I wrote this poem sometime back when I was thinking about how overwhelming it can be to have one thing preoccupy your mind without letting up. That one unbridled thought, stirring more anxiety and confusion the more I think about it. It may sound silly, but something as normal as stopping to breath can give you just the right amount of margin to think of something else, maybe a scripture and even prayer. As the year progresses and you face those moments, stop and breathe.