Survival

What is your trick

To avoiding the chasms of

Dissatisfaction

And lost possibilities?

How do you cope

With awful pain and

Deepest misery?

For me

I am silly

Silly as a wheel!

Dealing with the trauma

Marginaliaation

And just plain nasty folk

Abject silliness

Wanders through my mind

Without

Shame.

Are you the same?

Don’t you hear

That arse

Suddenly speaking as

Kermit the Frog?

Can’t you imagine

So-and-so

Bursting into

Monty Python song?

Insane it may be

To see my abuser

Playing Twister

Covered in ants and honey,

And funny to smell

The scent of glue

On that b-arch’s hair

Knowing she has a habit

She cannot undo.

Silly words leap

From my mind

Through my lips

And my finger tips:

A counter-balance

A juxtaposition

To the horror and fear and pain

That keeps me a little

Sane.