Poetry as a way of coping

[SjoGirl]

I've been writing poetry (at least I think of it as that) to try to cope with SjS and other issues. Here's the most recent one. I know others have them as well, maybe some of them would share too?

There Once Was a Woman
Who thought she could leap tall buildings in a single bound.
(She sort of did, but realized later that lots of folks were helping propel her onward and upward).
Who was full of energy and ready to take on the world!
(She sort of did, at least she took on the world as she knew it).
Who thought she would keep on rising, lifting, ascending, to higher, even the highest of, heights.
(She started to, but then . . .)
Balloon burst and down -- spiraling, plunging, a long, far, very long way ? she went.
(She started to crawl and climb her way back up, but . . .
The top was so far up and she was so far down).
There once was a woman who . . . thought if she crawled and clawed and reached and rose just a little bit each day. . .
She would awake again on the mountain top, survey the valley below like the hawk, reach out and touch the moon the stars, even the sun.
But that mountain was not hers to ascend, that place and time passed.
Now like the Pheonix see her rising, lifting, flying, with new wings and new horizons to explore.
No fairy tale ending, but who knows what might yet be, there once was a woman who . . .

[SjoDry]

Sjogirl,

Writing is indeed a fun coping mechanism. I started blogging & had no idea how much I would enjoy it.
I like writing poetry in rhyme...and of course, for me, it always ends up being driven by my wacky sense of humor....which is also one of my coping mechanisms.

But...whatever works, right!!

It does not hurt to still have the confidence that we can leap tall buildings in a single bound..even if we stumble.

Take Care.
SjoDry

[gemini052377]

Sjogirl, great poem and idea.

Oh Dear Lord,
What can I Do?
I can't find the words,
For my mouth to use.

My eyes feel like grit,
And my mouth full of sand.
I am losing my grip,
And have numbness in my hands.

To look at me, you think-
"what happened to her?"
She had it together,
Now her memory's a blur.

This new me is complex,
I am stumbling through.
Trying to identify,
The how, why and who?

I am asking for kindness,
Compassion and care.
Please don't judge me or
Talk like I'm not even there.

If you ask me to,
I will absolutely tell-
"Sjogren's is for the birds,
It's my living He11"