My heart. It never stops working. It has a lot of work to do, keeping this body going, but every time I go to the doctor it’s like, “120/80, everything’s cool.”
It’s a warrior. It’s been tested, pushed, stretched, broken, crushed, questioned, and threatened with removal (every time I sing that Florence & the Machine song). But it keeps on beating.
It’s the most stubborn part of my body, marching on when the rest of me is sick of this and wants to surrender, and today I am damn grateful.