Heartbeat By Anushka Bhatt

 

Heartbeat

By Anushka Bhatt

It’s 3 AM and my thoughts race,
a marathon with no finish line.
My heart thumps loud enough
to shake the silence off the walls.

I breathe like I learned in a video—
four in, hold, four out.
But my chest still rises like panic tides
that pull me under the moonlight doubt.

Nobody sees the invisible storm.
No cast, no crutches, no scar to form.
But still it hurts. Still it’s real.
And healing takes more than time—it takes feel.

So I talk. I write. I cry.
And slowly, heartbeat by heartbeat, I rise.