The Heart Beats Poem by Edward Veilleux

Some days our minds work against us,
we can't link words or ideas.
Nothing flows,
there's no depth in our words,
no heart to use...
Well,
It's there,
it just isn't beating for us.

The beating of hearts is so simple,
it beats and we live, we survive.
The minute the beating stops,
we drop,
dead.

But some of us,
all of us at times,
lose heart.
We lose our way,
forget who we are,
give up easily,

Imagine that,
beaten down,
with the same beating that keeps us alive...
That same monotonous day-to-day grind,
that wears and tears at us all,
and that beating, pumping of blood
can bring any of us down,
topple everything we've built
on any given day,
if we only let it.