She was strong in the way our hearts pump blood
Never stopping and always working
Others around her used her.
They knew what she’s capable of
And that made her dependable
But who did she have?
Once she needed someone to pump
Blood for her, everyone seemed to
Quiver away and she grew tired. Beating
Slower by the day. Finally,
She stopped beating altogether
Everything around her imploded.
And instead of helping, they
All said it was her own doing
And that she should’ve beat harder.