Skipped Beats
On palpitations and the heart.
It is not meant to feel like this,
It is meant to signify elation,
It is meant to signify love,
It is meant to signify emotion.
It is meant to say so much of
What is in my heart,
And that at least is true,
A truth, in truth, so very hard,
A truth, in truth, I’m telling you,
So you will know how this feels to me,
This lurching, dropping, sinking sensation,
So you will know how it is to be,
Living with this sense of perpetual tension.
And this is not meant to excuse
My anxiety, my moods, my obvious frustration,
But I hope it explains what sometimes ensues,
When the beats are skipped,
And the results are mistaken.
Mike Hickman has been many things. Formerly a teacher, academic, external examiner, fundraiser, personal assistant, doctoral student, drama teacher, “actor” (ha — never again), documentary director, and so very much else besides. Sometimes, these days, he is a writer.
For the context to recent times, he hopes you might read this:
