My heart exhausted.


My heart… exhausted
pumping fast
yet never enthusiastically
pumping on obligation
and responsibility.

My heart skips
one beat
faster it pumps
to carry its slack
feeling the exhaustion
starved of quietness
suffering beneath
its own beats.

In it’s hallowed out home
it pounds about the walls
crying out to the brain above
that it’s time to destress
to take a mental break
to take a moment
its hurting
taking on more
pounding about the walls
heard
yet never listened to.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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