My Coping Skills
When life is cruel or unkind
I write a poem, a song, a story or such
If this does not rejuvenate me, I take a nap
Dream in my favorite pinks, oranges and yellows
My dreams are fantastical, frolicking and fun
Alliteration peppers my thoughts upon awakening
I think I will write them down, but in moments they are gone
So, I have a choice
Go back to sleep and try to rekindle that poem
Or face life
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