Words are my Skin

Words are my skin, it was once paper thin but over time of my years, l met my poet kin.
 

Yes, I write poetry of sadness mostly but they're remnants of my history, to be shared with my newfound kin of sorrowfulness.

A great poet mentioned one of my collaborations was impeccable, but was looking for a better word, exquisite springs to mind. 

Okay the above sentence didn't rhyme but it was a thank you, and an answer l didn't answer at the time.

Depression comes in many guises its coping mechanisms come that way to.

If it wasn't for my family and my writing my poems wouldn't reach you.

( Don't worry family l just meant l wouldn't write )

We dare to share, we dare to bear,

We dare to care because all of the above is seldom given freely, and for those of you out there that's rare.

I may joke from time to time, that's just one of my many coping mechanisms kicking out doubt sending to blow through a wind-chime.

Okay so the last word above may sound a bit of a stretch but a wind-chime is soothing, they're someone else's coping mechanism.

Another mechanism, is art I teach my grandchildren, and family; many forms of it. There's also writing mostly children's short stories, but Graphic Novels to, Fan Fiction, and Fantasy also Thrillers to name a few, it all helps.

I have a question for my poet kin, what's your coping mechanism, write your comment/answer in a form of poetry?!

And for those of you who only view, take a pew write a line maybe even a few, reach out start something new.