Here is a poem I posted on a blog my sister and I started (somethinggoodblog5) but I felt it fit well with my theme here so I wanted to share it, with a couple of edits I made…

I can hear my heart beating through my ear that rests against my pillow.
I can hear my breathing pattern as air passes past my lips
I can feel my chest rise and fall, and my belly move up and down
I can feel my toes, frigid, poking out from under my covers, but my core warm and content
I am alive.
My thoughts do not allow me to sleep,
But I am thinking.
I am restless,
But I am moving.
My nose is stuffed up,
But I am breathing.
I am alive.
I can hear, smell, see and feel all the night.
The silence,
the odorless,
the dark,
the stillness.
The overwhelming depth of thoughts occupy my mind
Time ticks slowly all around,
time is ticking.
My eyes close,
I am still sensing.
My mind shuts off,
But I am still alive.


My heart beats me

My heart thinks it can do it all.
It beats continuously, day in and day out.
It has yet to tire, although some day it will, for now, it is tireless.
Pumping without a break, supplying my body with the nourishment it needs.
Through the atrium, passing the valves, into the ventricles, out the arteries–all to give.
My heart gives, and my heart also takes,
But whether it gives or takes it is always just enough. Balance.
Just the right amount to function properly. To live. To survive. To thrive.
It collaborates, it feels, it communicates, it loves
And never ceases.
My heart thinks it can do it all, so it does.
Why can’t I be just like my heart?
I am just like my heart. 
That is the first step is it not? 
My heart thinks it can do it all,
I think I can do it all.
My heart does,
I will do.

My heart, beats me.
My heart beats me.