Crystal's Poetry Palace

Coping

One of the last things you said to me
"You'll see me in the morning"
And I did
I saw your lifeless body on the couch
I saw my father begging you to wake up
I saw my sister staring at you in horror
I froze
They came and said you were dead
I needed a way to cope

I found your old book
The one you used when you were my age
I read your poems over and over
How your words flowed like the Nile
But held the power of a nuclear bomb
I wanted to do that too...

So I began to write, and write, and write
I kept going till I got it right
I did my best to fill my lines with strength
My voice with emotion
My words with power
I knew I couldn't be like you
But I got as close as I could

This is how I cope
In a world with no sign of hope
With you gone, leaving us alone
Death rates have grown
But I stay strong
Grab a pen
And I write on