Cope:

Hands split the web
relinquish the safe haven
eyes shift from serene
stare into the abyss.

Oh, I remember my childhood
Oh I most certainly do!

the hand that clipped
the head bent forward
brain and consciousness tumble
together in the swill of errors.

I hold still
the turbulence of despair
resist the tide’s pull
the sight of other arms waving
even as bright eyes sink beneath?

Oh, I remember the evenings most all
the fear and desire
Oh, I remember wanting and hating in equal parts!

A bed wide as any word
small as any gesture
captures the soul
endures the dark's hours
hates the light.

To forget, to forget
To close the curtains on what has been!