She lays in her bed wide awake at midnight,
Surrounded with nothing but silence
She sits... waiting for nothing short of a miracle to happen but she knows nothing is coming.
She has no company but her heartbeat,
It pounds against her chest, much like an angry caged animal longing to be free.
She wants to be free but she has nothing but her heartbeat to guide her.
The pounding in her chest gets louder...angrier.
The violent thuds travel to her heart through her throat,
A lump forms.
The pounding in her chest is now also in her head, gradually getting worse.
Perhaps it's a sign that I'm living and not just existing.
Her heartbeat... the rhythm of her soul.
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