Tiny Moments
Lost in Time
I stay wrapped up in the tiny, little moments
Trying so hard to hold onto my existence as best as I can
Trying to feel secure in the insecurity
While staying sane in the vortex of insanity
Not taking chances, yet lost in the illusion of safety.
Forgoing so much vital time holding onto the pretense of patience,
Self strength and false virtue
The minutes, days, months and years pass and slide on by
Through the vast playground of earthly life
My dark blond hair has now gone grey
My green eyes and ears have weakened
My skin has become wrinkled, dry and crepe like
And I have become wizened, worn out and fragile
Yet, I still stay wrapped up in the tiny, little moments
Trying so hard to hold onto my existence as best as I can
Trying to feel secure in the insecurity
While staying sane in the vortex of insanity
Not taking chances yet lost in the illusion of safety.
Julie Longstreet Wehmeyer 2022
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