The King of Hearts

By Mahjazee Ruiz

The King of Hearts is random from a deck of cards where truly the title is meaningless but the poem somehow makes it seem relevant.

The depth
Of my breath
The throbbing
Of my head
To think of a problem
One once said
Heat through my body
A tightly closed mind
Calmness and peace
Too difficult to find
A shaking leg 
A pounding heart
Racing fingers
Can’t stop
Just start
From white
To purple
From purple
To blue
Current situations
I cannot undo
Pressure, a boulder
Thoughts, a drum
A challenge, a climb
A war I’ve won.

Process

I really had no process I just have anxiety so I wrote this whilst having anxiety. But this poem was a way to help me overcome what I was feeling thus making it true art in a raw moment.