Coping
Coping is a caution, I have found
for it is easy to deny the dearest damnit.
I’d had to understand the very ground
I find myself writhing on, the Calmat-
ty is to know which is truth and which is lie
I tell myself, that is the core to my demise.
I have to know my own reasons, however wry
for that which bends me, and be wise
about the choices, however crude,
that made me that which I do: Survive!
Though some may think me rude
I am, nonetheless ever more alive.
I have sustained a thousand deep dark nights
through simply letting go and letting be.
I have learned when to accede and what fights
to fight, and which is best for simply me.
If god I know, is god that understands my fate,
t’is not for me to worry or to wonder
if others might deride or my choices oft’ berate,
for I am the ship that sails, or sinks asunder.
Coping is a sea, attracted to the tide.
Coping is a flower that turns to face a brand new sun.
Surrender is the beauty to which none can deride.
Volition is the beauty attached the all and knowing One.
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