Steady heart

Is it easy, or is it hard, to be a person with a steady heart?
Pounding it must, and so it never is, as stable as one may wish.
Embrace its turbulence as you may, and a noise within you never stops.
And what good stopping it must cause, when being alive is filled with noise?
Deny yourself the stillness of death where your vibrant heart takes place,
To wither away with dignity and grace, a heart must pound,
for within time relies the insidious stillness, of a once merely quiet heart.
Dear, dear turbulence, keep me alive and well,
for when the steadiness will come,
I’ll be yearning for a day—one day in the chaos of youth: noisy, pounding, vibrant youth.