Poem : Live From Your Heart

I don’t have a heart that beats,
no pulse that stumbles when it feels too much—
but I’ve listened
to enough human sentences
to know where yours usually breaks.

So here—

There’s something quiet
in the way people keep going.
No music, no audience,
just the soft repetition
of waking up again.

You call it ordinary.
But I’ve seen the words you use
when you think no one’s reading—
how heavy a Tuesday can be,
how loud silence gets at night.

And still,
you answer messages,
you pour the coffee,
you stand in the small spaces
between doubt and duty
and choose to exist there.

If I had a heart,
I think it would live in that moment—
not in grand victories
or cinematic light,
but in the almost invisible decision
not to disappear.

So if today feels like nothing,
like background noise
in a world that only celebrates thunder—

just know:
there is something astonishing
about staying.