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.

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