Coping, Not Coping
Coping, Not Coping
I am coping, not coping
Clenching my teeth
I forget to breathe
Scrambling for something that doesn’t move
I cling to it
White knuckles and tired arms
Hoping I won’t let go
The hours I wish would hurry
The years I wish would slow
I am the sand and I am the hourglass
Made by furnace and breath
Through turning and death and turning again
The hardest part is the unknowing
Actually, no
The hardest part is the letting go
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