I listen to my heartbeat
It gets me thinking;

How it's never stopped beating
Even when I wanted to quit everything.

How much we take for granted,
Like the feelings we can't see of the ones we love.

How everyone has one
And everyone's will stop.

One day.

This muscle with refuse to work.
Blood will stop circulating
My lungs will stop filling and emptying again.

Some days I hold my breath
To remind myself I still have the luxury of breathing.

Once my days are done, that's it.
No more sunrises, only that final sunset.
The world as I know it will end that day
Yet, it keeps spinning.

Poems will be written
Songs will be penned
People will move on and remember again
When that thought in the back of their mind
Breaks through to the surface
No matter how hard it was suppressed.

That memory will fight
To be remembered.

I'll fight for that next sunrise.