Sip of Life
Two months of wandering, shadows in flight,
The coffee is bitter, yet somehow just right.
I’m lost in the heat of a Cypriot sun,
Dreams of marathons melting, undone.
Secretly crafting a book in my head,
While thoughts of travel and savings have fled.
Poland, Greece, and Sweden call,
But I’m tethered by silence, forgetting it all.
Summer is rising, the winter was long,
Forgetful and restless, where do I belong?
Running from ageing, but aging’s a friend,
Chasing the goals I pretend to defend.
They said coffee without is the way to survive,
But I’ll sip with intent – for it keeps me alive.
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About this Poem
Sip of Life is a poem about holding on to small rituals (like coffee) when everything else feels uncertain. It drifts between countries, dreams, and moments of doubt, asking what anchors us when life feels scattered. With its honest reflection on aging, aspiration, and quiet survival, the poem captures the bittersweet act of simply staying present, one sip at a time.
