I feel my heart beating
Swelling with adoration
And falling with animosity
A rate too fast for human pace
Pumping blood throughout me.
I feel old blood go out,
Moving on, forgetting me.
I feel new blood passing through,
Following the old, and leaving.
There are my high points,
Brimming with pure ecstasy.
There are my low points
that make it hard to breathe.
Then I'll grip the gurney sides,
And take the side of the disease.
How good I felt once,
Now does not satisfy me.
How beautiful things were once,
This time will not appease.
I am so heavy lidded,
With such rotten misery
Day after day, I still follow hills.
But day after day, they get a little less steep.
I soon know my line will be flat
On a simple plane with no difficulty,
But at the top of the mountain,
I can look back and see,
The trials were worth it
And the valley was not deep.
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This poem goes through transitions. At first it relates to the human emotions of love, then the loss of, then it transitions into a very medical looking drama, and then transitions into an upbeat conclusion of a revelation. In reality, it all is about the recovery to a broken heart.
