Breathe, memory© Theresa Rossouw
Thumping in my chest, beating the drum of seconds gone by. Time erased, passed and spent, I am left wondering where it’s trickled to, where it went.
Precious breaths, race through my lungs, inflating my bosom, pumping the oxygen, life force, life, through my being, my heart pumping, my mind a spring blossom. Fresh my thoughts and my vision, seconds of pure precision.
Hard my head reels as memories flood in, behind my eyes, the motion picture plays. Seconds and minutes, days. Pounding into my spirit, the drumbeat of hope and the thread of love. Every heartbeat a final bow, at time's sweet surrender to end.
Copyright © Theresa Rossouw