The methodic beeping of the monitor beside me

Morphs into one steady tone

Marking the detonation of my heart.

Doctors and nurses run toward me

I’ve flat lined.

And yet the pain doesn’t end.

They all look to me

Their expressions astounded.

At the moment I’m feeling anything but.

The pain spreads out from the center of my being

And melts the bone and marrow that make up me.

It dissolves my spirit and burns through my soul but,

I’ll embrace this heartache with open arms

Because at least if I can feel the pain

I know I’m still alive.