Lately my heart has been needing more attention
it’s been beating more eratically
turning my breath shallow as my lungs
beg for rest
I think it’s just upset that I don’t know
how can it beat steadily amidst all the uncertainty?
My mind won’t let it and I know
it’s getting tiring.
Lately I’ve been sitting with my right hand over it
as if to assure it that no matter how turbulent everything inside me feels
I’m here to help carry it through to the other side
of the storm of thoughts in my head.
My heart doesn’t seem to understand like my mind would
but it listens.
It appreciates the comfort and warmth brought by the weight of my hand, but most of all
I think it likes the company.
Slowly my heart and I settle into peace together
me leading the way through my breath and my heart following closely behind
as it evens out its tempo
beat by beat
breath by breath
together we survive another anxious wave of thoughts
that try to tear us apart from one another.
I’m committed to my heart.
I have promised it to listen-
even if the words that it speaks when it tells me what it needs
cuts deep and brings tears to my eyes.
Some days it seems that the only medicine
my heart will drink in
is a good