Do you feel the faint thumping?
Do you feel the warmth spreading again?
Do you feel yourself breathing?
The thoughts that swirl inside your brain?
All the ways to prove that you're living,
And yet, you believe you're dead within.
Don't you see the number of cells that work tirelessly,
With only an aim of keeping you alive?
And yet, you keep believing,
There is no reason for you to thrive.
So, how about I remind you again,
Of the beating heart, you have within?
How about I tell you, that,
There's a reason why you're living?
The chance of you being here,
Was one in 400 trillion.
Well, all I'm saying, listen to your beating heart,
And thank the world to be living.
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© AmyParkins
(18 January 2019)
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Woven Strings
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