“Between Every Beat”
The Chambers Within People often ask me what is going on. “Why do you keep collapsing, Joice?” I usually smile and give them the easiest answer. I tell them it is my heart. After all, that is what the doctors say too. It is a simple explanation, one that people understand without asking too many questions. But what I never tell them is that my heart has always carried more than it was designed to.Sometimes, in the quiet moments of the night, I wonder if the problem is not the heart itself, but everything it has been holding for years.Every chamber seems to contain something different.One holds memories. Not the grand memories that people frame on walls or celebrate on anniversaries, but the small ones. Fleeting moments that should have disappeared long ago yet somehow remain untouched by time. Moments that arrive unexpectedly and sit beside me like old friends. Another chamber holds imagination. It is strange how a single thought can travel through years without losing its co...
