Coping is the moments in between. The tiny moments when I am focused,

Come sit down and reflect for a while Pleasant and slowly let’s bring to the boil. The troubles struggling away and suppressed

Until I remembered a number of sharings, Of personal stories. Of moments of loss and gain.

And they come blinking…. Out into the light. Skin pale, and so white. Nails torn apart,

I will help you to die and gather the ashes of your many selves,