CopingA Poem by MaryPSitting alone it’s easy to ponder on the world and its secrets. You can look at the darkness And forget about light. Similarly, you can cry and forget how to smile. Sometimes you must survive, along the way you forget to live You realise, too late, that you are simply coping Its these times that you must plug yourself in to your favourite song. You must eat your favourite meal, you must remember your favourite day. You must recall what it is like to feel alive. Then you must live. © 2010 MaryP |
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Added on November 20, 2010 Last Updated on November 20, 2010 AuthorMaryPUnited KingdomAboutIf you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing - Benjamin Franklin I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they .. more..Writing
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