Solitude of the heart

In the solitude of these chambers

my heart remembers how to breathe.

Cool air pulled in, an inflation of freedom

expansion completed. To rise and fall,

again, again, again…

My internal rhythm,

muscles in unison,

ceaselessly at work,

to fill me from toes to earlobes,

without my acknowledgement

or praise.

An intake of peaceful,

taken for granted,

to keep this heart beating

another day.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

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