POEM: Coping
Coping is the moments in between.
The tiny moments when I am focused,
thinking, absorbed, forgetting.
So fleeting.
I remember.
The weight falls back onto my shoulders,
my heart, my lungs, my head.
I feel like I am drowning, crying.
Panic, despair.
I steady myself.
I wipe my tears. I get up, make a coffee.
I am numb.
An endless hourly - daily cycle.
By Michaela, from Cheshire U.K.
