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