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HAND TO MY HEART
HAND TO MY HEART
Written by Alana Cheng
I’ve got my hand to my heart, even when it feels like it’s breaking apart, as I’m just trying to keep myself from falling to pieces, as the level of intensity in this reality of this world increases, with so much chaos that is taking place, as I can begin to feel my heart start to race, as I’m just trying to remain calm through it all, even when I’d feel like I’m about to suddenly take a horrific and life-shattering fall, as I’ve got my hand to my heart, while knowing that there is no way for me to get up and it restart, as I can already feel like I’m about to breakdown and fall so uncontrollably apart, as I can also feel that the intensity of this world increase, ever so rapidly, while going through all of the nonstop chaos, ever so endlessly, by all that is taking place, but there is nothing for me to remember of what to do, of trying to slow down the pace, and hold onto whatever it is that may or may not feel to be so true, in knowing, that I am okay, but that’s not what is happening in the life of today, by all that is going on, while I’ve got my hand to my heart, while knowing that there is no chance for me to get up and hit restart, as there is way too much that is already taking place, while seeing and feeling my heart that’s already starting to so endlessly race, as I’m just trying so hard, to keep myself calm, while going through the whirlwind emotions of it all, as I’m feeling like I’m about to take a horrific and ever so tragically life-shattering fall, while trying so hard at this point, to not fall apart, all while just trying to stay present, with a gentle touch of my hand to my increasingly racing heart.
