Tranquilness Poem by Edwina Reizer

I'm taking my time to pen this verse.
And now I wonder which is worse?
To pen it quickly as fast as thoughts come
or patiently feel my hand go numb.
I know if I rush I'll rue that fact.
So I'll pen it slowly and let the words react
to the tranquil feeling of no speed.
For I think today that's what I need.

As I look outside I see the fog.
It's as thick as last night's drink of eggnog.
Maybe it will lift later in the day.
Or worst case scenario it just might stay.
I refuse to let this pen take me low.
I'll just let the thoughts slowly flow
into the direction that brings me peace
and desist from allowing my tempo to increase.