The Beat of My Heart

July 3, 2008
By Aricka Gannon, Grand Rapids, MI

Like the roaring thunder,
and pounding rain,
The sound downs out,
all that is sane.
The sound is a rhythm,
an exhilerating song.
A turning point,
of right and wrong.
A striving moment,
in a suffering life.
The sound cuts through,
like a sharpened knife.
The sound has feeling,
it listens; it learns.
The sound has meaning,
it hopes; it yearns.
The sound has no end,
no middle, no start.
The sound is the beat,
the beat of my heart.

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