Wonder Not

Savor what quiet time you have.

We are overwhelmed with,
attention seeking moments.

Don't let the noise,
lure you in,
to drown you. 

Live,
let live,
and stay out of others way.

Peace is not inherited,
it's earned.

Whip Cream It Up

I feel like the shell of a sweet ice cream treat.

Fancifully put together.

Broken into a million pieces.

Everyone wants a taste,
but I belong to only one.

Each bite savored in between licks. 

Time is against us,
but I know it will all be over soon.

Neither of us can catch our breath.

I serve a purpose,
but I can't stop thinking of my carefree days.

When I was a hopeful little treat.

Youthful,
carefree,
superficial troubles in sight. 

I no longer have my protective shell.

Underneath is the real me,
a sticky sweet mess. 

Left to drip,
drop,
and devour.

With each bite,
I become less and less.

Until,
I am,
no.....

Wrung Out

As I stare out my window,
I contemplate good memories,
and bad deeds.

To those that came before me,
I'm sorry.

To those who rise after,
best of luck.