I was inspired to write this poem as I enjoy my favorite latte, in my favorite coffee shop, while doing one of my favorite things: writing an academic essay for an ambitious customer. I feel peace in this moment, but just a few days ago, I was emotionally dismantled by life’s circumstances. Perhaps, you can relate. Peace can be as sweet as your favorite Latte, but how do we make it last? I hope you enjoy this poem!
This original poem is the intellectual property of Briana Derry, you may not copy or share without permission.
The Taste of Peace
Sip slow, is your cup running low?
You look around, wondering where to refill…
But first, have you taken the time to heal?
The taste is sweet, the taste of peace.
But God, God why does it so quickly fleet…
“Barista, can I have more?”
It’s easy to obtain, you once swore…
As the refills continue to flow,
You’re puzzled because your cup is still so low…
As you lift the cup for another savory sip,
It spills. Darling, you’ve lost your grip…
The taste is sweet, the taste of peace.
Create your own, and the taste will never cease.
This original poem is the intellectual property of Briana Derry, you may not copy or share without permission.
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