Margarita: The False Delight Poem by April Humason

One or two, or three or four,
The world knocks loud at my heart's door.
Promising laughter, sparkle, and light,
But stealing my peace by the end of the night.

They dress it pretty, salt on the rim,
Making temptation taste like a win.
Shaken and stirred, sweet and strong,
But never meant to last that long.

It glitters bright in neon glow,
But leaves me empty, feeling low.
A frozen cup of borrowed cheer,
That fades away when truth draws near.

I chased the laugh, I drank the dream,
But nothing was as it would seem.
The party ended, the music died,
And I stood hollow deep inside.

But then He came, with quieter sound,
Living water where joy is found.
Not from a glass, but from His hand,
A peace the world can't understand.

No salt, no lime, no burning flame,
Just mercy whispering my name.
I traded glitter for something real,
A joy that doesn't bruise or steal.