STARTING OUT
Time is of the essence.
Egg timer sand broke free.
Feeling muddled up.
A bloodshot mix of me.
Like a storm cloud in bright sunshine.
A sandstorm in a hurricane.
A gift tag on the side.
It's labelled lots of love to me.
Missing the moments with everyone once there.
Feeling so broken.
Laid totally bare.
Fresh beginnings and frosty rose hips.
Mondays coming,bring it on .
A serenade of trumpets.
With flares and fireworks.
Accompanied by a xylophone.
Noisily.
Justly celebrating jitters.
Jeepers creepers.
My bricks aren't made of clay.
They're actually filled with dynamite.
Hold tight.
Tomorrow morning's coming.
Let's go.
Break on through,
I introduce the ride of my life.
(C) Livvi