It began as a fluttering, with each pain,
there in the middle's vulnerable spots.
Where death comes easily
as the heart beats in romantic tunes.
Then it surges, as the door opens.
For a few moments my chest nearly bursts.
It passes quickly, the flutter
becomes a gentle, warm peace.
I drive my courage into night,
jested and requested, till all was received.
There was a time that I could not describe it.
"Softer than how life's been lately,"
the words I first choose.
"Harder than the earth I stood upon."
A last elaboration was asked for.
"A flutter between stomach and lungs,
but I'm not sure if that's good or bad."