The methodic beeping of the monitor beside me
Morphs into one steady tone
Marking the detonation of my heart.
Doctors and nurses run toward me
I’ve flat lined.
And yet the pain doesn’t end.
They all look to me
Their expressions astounded.
At the moment I’m feeling anything but.
The pain spreads out from the center of my being
And melts the bone and marrow that make up me.
It dissolves my spirit and burns through my soul but,
I’ll embrace this heartache with open arms
Because at least if I can feel the pain
I know I’m still alive.
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