Poetry Monday: Another Morning Battle

Resting on my shoulder
Purring in my ear
Coco watches what I do
My little supervisor
Callie sleeps on the couch
The crabby old cat
I drink my coffee
And write of trauma
Just to get it out
It’s cheap therapy
But soon I’ll need
To pay for the good stuff
I can’t cope on my own
But poetry, Coco, and Callie
They help me keep going
And sometimes a friend
Reminds me I’m important
I wish I had more friends

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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