The Beaten Path
I hold my breath -
like a lover held against my breast;
not wanting to let it go
lest I forget
how to
breathe ~
I cradle a thirsty thought -
nurturing its fragility like a nursing newborn;
not wanting to let it go
lest I forget
how to
think ~
I catch my free fall into suspended animation -
and my flatline begins to beat again . . .
Susan Ashley
May 22, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Late June 2018 Premiere (Max 20 lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
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