A flutter in the chest, a racing thrum,
The heart skips wildly, where did it come from?
A pounding surge, too fast to catch,
Or too hard, like it’s struck a match.
In the throat or chest, it pounds or sways,
A fleeting beat that won’t obey.
A few short seconds, or minutes too long,
It makes you wonder, “What went wrong?”
Anxiety whispers, its tendrils creep,
Stress and panic steal restful sleep.
Caffeine’s jolt, nicotine’s sting,
A sudden flutter those vices bring.
Medications, exertion, hormones in bloom,
Each can make the heart resume
A stuttering pace, an uneven sound,
A trembling pulse that shakes the ground.
Yet deep within, there lies the fear,
Of something worse, something near.
Arrhythmias hidden, disease in disguise,
The silent signals our heart belies.
If the palpitations linger long,
With chest pain sharp, or breath withdrawn,
Seek advice, for it may be
A deeper rhythm, a mystery.
But in the end, not all beats stray,
Sometimes they come, then fade away.
A gentle heart, though fierce it pounds,
Finds its rhythm, and peace resounds.
