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.
*…And in all honesty
It scares me.*
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 10:26 PM UTC
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.
*…And in all honesty
It scares me.*
©️Lizzie Bevis
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.
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