I can’t think or focus.

I am at a loss for words.

I am at loss for feeling.

I want to cry but tears won’t come.

I want to scream but I’m stuck in silence.

I simple can’t cope.

 

But I can color.

 

When my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders, I can color.

When words fail me and my memory is fleeing, I can color.

When I can’t cry, I can color.

When I can’t scream, punch a pillow or vent my frustrations, I can still color.

With a blank page and a box full of markers I can take the emptiness that is plaguing my mind and memory and fill it with color.

With a box of markers and a seat on my couch, I can embrace the simplicity of a child, empty myself of all my cant’s, and just color.

 

When I can’t cope I will choose to simply color instead.