I do not need to see my blood
To know that I am real
My pulse beats strong inside my palm
How wonderful I feel
I breathe the breath of life
So deep inside my lungs
As I gaze into the splendor
Into God’s world I plunge
©2002 by Diamond Mike Watson
Mike, I don’t even LIKE to see my blood. haha. Great poem, sorry to be light on a thoughtful piece, but I’m staring at my bandaged thumb. I sliced off a tiny piece of it last week, and I KNOW I’m real! Marsha 🙂
Thank you, History Gal. Maybe it was that tiny cut that made you realize you were real! I do hope your thumb healed completely. 🙂
If it hadn’t hurt, I wouldn’t have ever realized it. I don’t even have a scar. 🙂
🙂
I love it! It flows very nicely:)
Beautiful
Thank you!
great lines MIke!
Thanks!
Yes!
Thanks, Patti!
Love it!
Thanks, Kitt!
Careful when you dive that you don’t hit shallow water, Mike!
Thanks for the thought – a good start to the day.
Thanks, David! I’m happy to have started off your day right. 🙂