Dum spiro, spero

Dum Spiro, Spero!
I breathe; I live!
While I breathe, I hope!

Dum Spiro Spero, at a time when breathing is all that matters; breathing is all that makes sense because of the senseless pain that aches my heart, mind and soul. 
Hoping is as senseless as the pain that persists day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year!

Dum Spiro Spero, at the climax of it all; when breathing another day is all that I need just so I can tell my story for the sake of a mother and a child; when hoping is far-fetched, seeing how deeply stuck in the gunge and muck of the bog that was carefully created for me.

Dum Spiro Spero, when all is quiet except the noises from the whispers of the demons that lay hold of my mental faculties. Hour by hour: Dum Spiro, Spero. Day by day: Dum Spiro, Spero. Dum Spiro Spero, until I out-think the demons; until I bind and cast them out of my faculties. Dum Spiro Spero, until I feel the warmth of the sunrise shining in every dark corner within me, to expose all that had been overshadowed by the demons and their master.

Dum Spiro Spero now, because of what was, which gives me courage to live with finesse; to smile as I look forward to tomorrow. And tomorrow, I will do it all over again: Dum Spiro, Spero!

Excerpt from…. (Still To Be Determined)