Cataclysmic
When something cataclysmic
occurs in our life
when that curved ball is thrown
when belief is suspended
when reality gets warped
when normality
the everyday
is thrown out the window
when it feels
alarmingly
that we have
at a molecular level
been altered
that we are no longer who we were
mere seconds ago
it is then
that we must dig deep
find those hidden reserves
engage that coping mechanism
grit ones teeth
and soldier on
is it not fortuitous
that we come with these skills
this reserve 'chute
granted
our skills are honed and sharpened
by the mere process of being alive
but the seed
that potential to cope
comes standard
it is not an optional extra
an add-on
we are born with the ability
to cope with the cataclysmic
the question is
did the cataclysmic exist
before we strolled into the picture
like wind and rain
growth and decay
or have we created it
all by our very own little selves.
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