
That muscle that takes care of us,
That same muscle the size of your fist,
Makes it possible for you to enjoy this life.
It should be the top priority on your list.
Your heart is the power behind the machine.
The unseen force that powers your existence,
So that you can live every day with persistence.
I am the heart that lives within you.
I am the power that helps you to move ahead.
I was formed at the start of your creation.
The day you were created from toe to head.
For the heart within you, there is no pomp and ceremony,
A thank you every day, or some fantastic celebration.
I am the heart that is present with you every day.
I am the core of your being that helps you,
To go back on track when you lose your way.
I am the beating heart that makes you stand,
When you fall, though it was not planned.
I am the same heart that wakes you every day.
I am the beating heart who feels the pain.
The same organ that feels your success.
I would not ever want for you anything less.
You are the reason that I was created,
To power your being and your eternal soul.
I am the warm beating heart,
That can never be separated from you.
I am your vital and integral part.
You take your heart for granted,
That is not a lie, it is so true.
Eat what is good for your heart.
Exercise so that your heart pumps blood well.
It needs to keep beating and beating,
For as long as you may work, love and live.
Calm down, every time it takes a beating.
Can you feel your heart beating in your chest?
You have received this reward for your life,
Without an examination, drill or test.
Your heart feels all the happiness, loneliness and pain,
Take care of your heart to keep it strong as it beats again.
I am the heart that takes care of every beat.
The same heart that began this journey in life.
Every being has their own beating heart in life.
A human heart needs to be treasured and cared.
Every time you hurt the feelings of someone,
His or her heart loses a beat in the earthly Sun.
The day does eventually come for everyone.
When the heart slows down the regular beat.
The beats get slower and slower every day.
It is difficult to do the same things anyway.
The day does come when that beating heart stops.
The soul moves on to its eternal journey in a few hops.
Writing Prompt: Write a creative piece about the heart, your heart and give it your voice.
