For the Suicidal

I know

You've made the decision
To end your life
No one will change or convince you
It's gone too far this time

And why? Because the pain's too much
To carry on, to struggle forward,
Would have you broken 
Would lose the conflict, in simple release

A short snap of falls or gunshots crack
Through your suffering tack
Across the sea you've sailed for years,
In the cold and black

But if you read, then you lack
That which would have taken you, 

back already,
The thing you lack is what you have,
Life, and love, though invisible at times,
Is always there, no matter what
You can get through this,

Trust me

Reviews

[Michael G. Smith]

another commendable piece. My mother committed this unseemly act when I was just a teen.

[Subversive Reality]

Hey man, I noticed you have read and reviewed three poems that mean a lot to me, and it seems that they struck a chord with you also. I'm glad for that. I am, however, extremely sorry to hear that you have had to go through the pain of losing a loved one to suicide. It is probably one of the worst ways to lose someone. Although I have never lost anyone this way (I was the suicidal one) I recognised just how bad it could have been when my family confronted me about it. Beyond this there is not much I can say, other than that my thoughts are with you, and from what you've written I can see that you must be a very strong individual. Much respect to you and anyone else who has been through this.

[Michael G. Smith]

I must because my father died the next year from cancer, but life is what we do with it. Do we live life or do we let it live us. Poetry for me has always been therapeutic and I also have a wonderful loving wife, that's what makes everything worth living for. I found out who I was in Christ not just a person but a spirit child of his that animates this sacred body. Once our eternal eyes are open we can see past the things of this world to what is truly important.