Coping

This seems to make it easier

Goodbye bottle number one,
You were not full enough,
My glass sat half empty,
My mind still half full.
Bottle one, you were sweet,
You were smoothe.
A hint of cinnamon,
A calmed anger,
A giggly outlook,
For a moment.

Well hello bottle number two,
And bottle three.
Bottle two not even half full,
Bottle three not barely touched.
Let's share stories,
Laugh, cry, shout, scream.
I don't like your flavour
Bottle three,
But bottle two is lacking.

Which mixer now?
Eenie, meenie - this, that,
Why choose, I'll swap,
I'll change it up,
That bottle isn't important,
Two and three are!
I might sleep tonight,
Or I might wake up
Over and over,
Just like last night.

Can I spend every night here?
Numb enough to smile,
Broken enough to cry.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Hi A, what a pleasant surprise to find you active here after so long. You were a great support when I was getting going with my writing. If only this was about bottles! Life isn't that easy. Your lines about wakening over and over ring true for me. Your last verse is very touching.
I hope you are coping with our present circumstances
All the best.
Alan

[Armistead Lindsey]

Alan,
Life has been keeping me busier than a beehive, with so many plot twists I feel like a daytime TV drama.

I'm glad to see you are still writing - you're certainly building quite the collection of works I must say.

Life is never just about bottles sadly - but sometimes it's easier to pretend it is. Reframing the focus, and living in a makeshift land of ignorance.

It seems that many of us are stuck in a pattern of broken sleep more so than usual at the moment. I've never been good at getting to or staying asleep, but it has been made even more difficult.

I, and my new little family are well, just as we hope you and yours are also.

You may well be seeing more of me now I can't pretend I haven't the time to write!