Sipping

Sipping the flow of time

Inconsistency throughout the trail

The rigid ground propels you in a direction

One step decides the temporary outcome

Possibly short lived if you go another route

Thoughts push the result of your being

The fallout cannot be blamed

It’s a creation of yourself

You’re sipping the flow of time

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741