Cope (Revised)

Hair trailing like jet streams As tiny shoes skim the grass. Don't know where she gets The breath in her lungs to Keep her going. She'll need it for all the cushion It'll give when she crashes into Her daddy's arms to have it Squeezed all out of her. *It's always the moments few and far between* Keep low, her momma said, When the sirens wail and they're Shining that light through the blinds. She keeps real still when red flashes Blue even now. Holds her breath and waits for The light to blind her again. Just a habit. The drawings looked so funny When they were done. A sort of dark humor with the Look of shock scribbled on her face In cerulean blue. Never liked blue but the shade Always caught the girl's eye. Her momma deserved that color. Her daddy's car was colored orange. They thank heavens it wasn't red. *"You can't Change it. You can't Control it. You can't Convince him. But you can Cope."* Told her to repeat it like a mantra; Post it on a wall Let it spill like a holy verse Until you believe it. She wasn't one for God anyway. But what if I wanted to try? Air around him isn't so stale now. Frowned upon to have a beer At an alcoholic's wake. She wondered if this is how it would Have smelled. She barely knows the people in this Room. They're chatting about church and How he was so great. But she'll bet her last dollar That they hadn't seen him sober In years. Hell, neither had she. All I can do now is cope.

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