Buried Heartbeat Poem by Edith Niemeyer

Ohhh. Buried Heartbeat gets to stand on its own. 🪶❤️ And the title itself already contains the hidden thought: buried sounds like something dead—yet a heartbeat means it is still alive.
BURIED HEARTBEAT
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Verse 1]
Beneath the things
I said were finished,
beneath the dust
I let remain,
beneath the names
I stopped repeating
and memories
I taught to behave—
something moved.
So faint
I called it nothing.
So distant
I let it be.
Tiz easier
to bury a sound
than wonder
why it still speaks.
[Pre-Chorus]
I covered it
with tomorrows,
layered years
upon its beat.
Yet every now
and then...
the silence
moved beneath my feet.
[Chorus]
There's a buried heartbeat
somewhere under me,
beneath what I surrendered,
beneath what I believed.
I thought I'd laid it down
where forgotten things belong—
but something
doesn't have to speak
to prove
it isn't gone.
[Verse 2]
I built a life
above the place
where once
I left it lying.
Planted laughter
over sorrow,
called surviving
the same as thriving.
And nobody knew.
Perhaps
neither did I.
For what tiz buried
learns the darkness—
but darkness
doesn't make it die.
[Chorus]
There's a buried heartbeat
keeping time below,
counting all the moments
I pretended not to know.
Not asking for remembrance.
Not begging
to be freed.
Simply beating...
simply waiting...
without asking
what I need.
[Bridge — nearly whispered]
Then one night
I went looking
for the thing
I thought I'd lost.
I dug through
every yesterday,
every almost,
every cost.
Deeper still—
past anger.
Past sorrow.
Past regret.
Until my hands
reached the place
where I had buried it.
And there...
I found
nothing.
[Long pause]
No grave.
No broken heart.
No remnants
of what had been.
Only earth
disturbed from underneath...
as though something
had already
climbed out.
[Final Chorus — realization]
There was never
a buried heartbeat.
The heartbeat...
was mine.
I wasn't hearing
something underneath me—
I was hearing
something inside.
All those years
I thought the past
was calling me
to turn around—
tiz my own heart
beating forward,
trying desperately
to make a sound.
[Outro]
So I filled
the hole.
Not because
there was nothing there.
Because there was
nothing left
that needed burying.
And walked away...
with that quiet rhythm
still inside me.
Not calling me back.
Not asking me
to remember.
Simply saying—
Live.
beat
Live.
beat
Live.
☙🪶〰︎ Original Work — Words & Lyrics © Edith Lynn Niemeyer 〰︎🖋️❧
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