Creative Coping

Happy day started at night for me,

Whether from pills or injections

Or Prunes and live yoghurt

Makes some difference,

But not too much.

Am I in control or merely

A passenger in a rusty car

Fuelled by pharmaceutic diesel

And in need of repair and care?

Bathe me in water and leave me

To dry in the sun.

Take me in before I fry but

keep me somewhere cool and clear

Where static glare is fenced

Out and love relit.