Tiny Moments

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