Does it ever feel like your life is crumbling?

Like problems keep tumbling

And you cannot stop struggling?

Have you ever been told just a little thing

That causes the anxiety inside to take over and win

And your whole self to begin to feel a sharp sting?

A sting of pain, a sting of sorrow,

A sting of relief you wish to borrow.

A sting that makes you realize

How fortunate you are to be alive.

The doctors gave the diagnosis.

Those before them failed to notice.

On the negative is all I focused.

My heart, they decided,

Had parts acting strangely although divided

The electricity was flowing but being misguided,

Misguided by an extra pathway making my heart speed,

A speed one’s heart beats are not expected to exceed.

They declared it too dangerous to do much, to proceed.

For two months I saw doctors and tried to stay strong,

Afraid to run or jump, to cause something to go wrong.

Comparatively, the five and a half hours didn’t seem too long

The procedure was not successful

Too dangerous to finish, but proved unhelpful.

Now I know I can live my life; I’m just extra special.