JACOB’S LADDER (Written by Susan J. Hunt 09-29-09)

I’ve been told I have no coping skills
More than a few times. It’s the same old line.
Then what the hell am I doing here?
I’ve survived up to this time.

A big fat zero, the test spits out.
Yep, that’s me no coping skills, probably ready to ****.
I have nothing to help me become my best.
Honesty is an asset, but doesn’t appear so from the tests

So sometimes, I have to lie. I don’t like to, but I must.
Otherwise they’ll t to run at me with a restraining jacket
Before I jump out a two-story building and land in the brush.

I’m very quick and wily.
That’s got to count for something.
I break no bones and run away.
All are amazed at my escape.

That’s what I’ve learned as coping skills.
I drink and do other sins, but I would never ****
Even to my detriment, I just don’t have that will

I’m not crazy. I’m not insane. I just see things differently.
I’m not Sybil or Ted Bundy, I just have issues within me
The fact is, I see more harm, I carry it inside of me

I’m working on my coping skills
and my social skills as well.
I’m working on them the best I can.
So far, it’s gone not so well

You couldn’t tell how sick I am
as we cross the street and pass.
Not that I would harm you,
I would offer you my flask.

My sensitive nature is on overload
I see every misdeed
Not that it matters much,
I’m too involved with me.

There must be a way to crawl out of this pit
I need a Jacob’s ladder.
May I become more alive and aware
Of how I can sincerely, matter.