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I study the heart

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By Moharif YuliantoPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
I study the heart
Photo by DESIGNECOLOGIST on Unsplash

In chambers veiled, a ceaseless drum,

The heart, a mystery, I've come

To trace its rhythm, fierce and bold,

A story whispered, yet untold.

Not flesh alone, but vibrant song,

A symphony where life belongs.

Each beat a note, a pulse that drives,

The essence of what truly thrives.

From embryonic flutter's grace,

A nascent flame to set the pace,

It fuels the body's growing form,

A silent storm, a brewing norm.

Through childhood's laughter, light and free,

It dances wild, a joyous spree.

With every breath, with every leap,

The heart's a drum, a promise deep.

In youthful passion's burning fire,

It beats a tempo, hot and higher.

Love's sweet refrain, a thrilling quest,

The heart's a captive in love's sweet nest.

But life unfolds, with joy and pain,

And shadowed valleys we attain.

The heart, once light, now bears a weight,

A muffled drum, a somber fate.

Loss and sorrow, etched in lines,

A broken rhythm, where despair entwines.

Yet through the tears, a flicker bright,

Resilience stirs, a guiding light.

With lessons learned, with scars that mend,

The heart can heal, its rhythm mend.

A steadier beat, a wiser song,

The scars a strength where they belong.

For in this life, with all its might,

The heart endures, both day and night.

It pumps the blood, the vital tide,

A constant friend, by which we abide.

I delve within its hidden code,

The mysteries it may unload.

The electrical dance, the valves that hold,

A symphony in chambers bold.

But science, though it may explain,

Can't touch the spirit, ease the pain.

The heart's a compass, ever true,

Guiding our steps, a steadfast hue.

It holds our dreams, our deepest fears,

The wellspring of both laughter and tears.

A silent witness to all we see,

The heart, a mirror, reflecting me.

So let me study, let me learn,

This wondrous organ, love's sweet urn.

For in its depths, a truth resides,

The essence of life, where feeling hides.

And as I delve, with curious mind,

May empathy and purpose find.

To mend the broken, ease the strain,

And let the heart's true rhythm reign.

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About the Creator

Moharif Yulianto

a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook

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