A heart that races, beats too fast,
In rhythms strong, it may not last.
Supraventricular's swift embrace,
Sends pulses running at quickened pace.
Above the ventricles it takes its flight,
In atrial chambers, day or night.
The AV node, a twisted guide,
Where errant pathways often hide.
A normal beat is tossed aside,
In circuits where the signals ride.
From a hundred beats it swiftly grows,
To rates where breath and comfort go.
Palpitations knock the chest,
Dizzy spells, they test your rest.
Breathless moments steal your air,
Chest pains rise without a care.
Causes deep, some born within,
Congenital heart's quiet spin.
Others brought by stress or strife,
Medications twist your life.
Yet hope remains in skilled relief,
Through treatments come a calm belief.
Maneuvers, vagal, slow the race,
Medications find their place.
Shock the heart with tender might,
To reset rhythms, pure and right.
Or ablate the paths that stray,
And guide the heart to safer day.
