I feel these erratic rhythms beneath my ribs, Each heartbeat becomes a precarious dance Between normality and disarray Until my body surrenders, and it all becomes a blur.
Time stretches in the QT interval, Too long, too dangerous, A simple electrical glitch That turns my pulse into a sprinting beat pounding out warnings.
My ICD becomes my shield, While adrenaline lurks like an assassin Waiting to trigger the storm. As stress and excitement become calculated risks, And life becomes a minefield.
My ECG reveals all in peaks and valleys, each prolonged wave becomes a reminder that my heart keeps its own peculiar time.
This electrical maze requires vigilance A constant awareness of my heart's delayed signature, Its prolonged encore after each performance, Laying bare my vulnerability as I dice with death every time.
Vulnerability and mortality are two things that I have had to learn to accept over the past 10 years. Having a life long illness so young is devastating. What I would give to climb mountains and run again.