Suicide
Poems

“While some climb mountains, others are carrying them. That is a challenging burden to bear.” – Jennifer Betts

Suicide
Poems

If Only
by Karen Howard

If only I’d stopped and knocked on your door;
If only I’d known you couldn’t take any more;
If only I’d been there, if only I’d called;
If I’d not been so busy – and once again stalled.

Why didn’t I see then, the pain in your eyes
And know that you felt so alone and despised.
Why didn’t I hear the hurt in your voice,
And know you were about to make your last choice!

Maybe if I had been home on that day,
I’d have changed things for you in some little way
Maybe if I’d chosen my words with more care,
I could have seen more and been more aware.

I feel so bewildered and torn from inside,
The truth of it all gives me nowhere to hide.
Each time the phone rings, though I know it’s not you,
I’m still trying to see things from your point of view.

God, help me find some true peace of mind,
Without leaving the memories of this friendship behind.
Grant me the courage to start once again,
To trust in the love and the life of a friend.

Never Forgotten
Author Unknown

I remember your smile,
How you shined so bright.
I didn’t see the pain inside,
You hid with all your might.

I know the pain became too much to bear,
I know you tried to see.
But the darkness hid you in a shadow,
As immovable as a tree.

On the day you left,
A piece of my heart went too.
But I bask in each new dawn.
Because now I live for me and you.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

She Let Go
by Rev Safire Rose

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.  She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.  Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.  She didn’t read a book on how to let go.  She didn’t search the scriptures.  She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.  She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.  She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.  She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.  She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.  She just let go.
 
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.  She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.  She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line.  She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
 
There was no effort.  There was no struggle.  It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.  A small smile came over her face.  A light breeze blew through her.  And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

Tonight
by Kate Shand

Tonight I am a poet using words to express you
(as if I could find the rhyme or reason of you)

Tonight I am a painter making brushstrokes to capture the look of you
(as if I could bring the colour back to you)

Tonight I am a musician playing the heartbeat of you
(as if I could find the rhythm of you)

Tonight I am a sculptor carving the touch and hold of you
(as if I could breathe the blood back into you)

Tonight I am a dancer flying through space the eagle part of you
(as if I could fly off and be with you)

Tonight I am a perfume maker mixing up the smell of you
(as if I could capture the essence of you)

Tonight I am a witch wildly dancing under the moon for you
(as if I could invoke the very spirit of you)

Tonight I am a mother crying a mother’s tears for you
(as if I could ever fill the gaping chasm of you)

Tonight I feel so very small by the enormous loss of you

When Great Trees Fall
by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
Rocks on distant hills shudder,
Lions hunker down
In tall grasses,
And even elephants
Lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
In forests,
Small things recoil into silence,
Their senses
Eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
The air around us becomes
Light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
See with
A hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
Examines,
Gnaws on kind words
Unsaid,
Promised walks
Never taken.

Great souls die and
Our reality, bound to
Them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
Dependent upon their
Nurture,
Now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
And informed by their
Radiance,
 fall away.
We are not so much maddened
As reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
Dark, cold
Caves.

And when great souls die,
After a period peace blooms,
Slowly and always
Irregularly. Spaces fill
With a kind of
Soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
To be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
Better. For they existed.

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
by David M Romano

When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me
I wish you wouldn’t cry the way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say

I know how much you love me
As much as I love you.
Each time that you think of me
I know you will miss me too.

When tomorrow starts with out me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand

The angel said my place was ready
In heaven far above, and
That I would have to leave behind
All those I Dearly Love

But when I walked through Heaven’s Gates
I felt so much at home
When GOD looked down and smiled at me
From his golden throne

He said this Is Eternity
And all I promised you
Today for life on earth is done
But here it starts a new

I promise no tomorrow
For today will always last
And Since each day’s the exact same way
There is no longing for the past

So when tomorrow starts without me
Do not think we’re apart
For every time you think of me
Remember I’m right here in your heart

You’ve Just Walked On Ahead Of Me
by Joyce Grenfell

And I’ve got to understand
You must release the ones you love
And let go of their hand.
I try and cope the best I can
But I’m missing you so much
If I could only see you
And once more feel your touch.
Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me
Don’t worry I’ll be fine
But now and then I swear I feel
Your hand slip into mine.

If I should die before the rest of you
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone
Nor, when I’m gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must
Parting is hell.
But life goes on.
So sing as well.

A note on suicide by Captain Paul Watson
(Sea Shepherd, Green Peace)

“One of the things that concerns me is when I read about, or hear of people, especially young people committing suicide because of bullying. I wish that I could talk to such people before they make such a terminal decision. I would tell them to not let the insecurities and fears of others influence them in any way. I would tell them to accept that all the ridicule, insults, bullying and peer pressure is irrelevant and simply unimportant to who they are. If a parent is unaccepting of who you are, you need to say to them that if you are unacceptable to them they have no right to be your parent and you should walk away from them. Too many people are enslaved to parents, partners and friends who do not accept them. Unacceptance and bullying are forms of violence and everyone should walk away from violence with dignity. No one should tell you what to believe, how to think, how to dress, how to behave or to dictate your sexual orientation or condemn you for your compassion, your passion, your imagination and your character. You are who you are and that is what it is, and how it should be, and if others do not tolerate who you are, don’t give them the satisfaction of destroying you. Simply symbolically spit in their eye, walk away and concentrate on being who you are for the benefit of yourself.

And if anyone is inclined to commit suicide my advice is to commit social suicide instead. That is, to drop out of your life as it is and begin another life, in another place with new ideas. Adventure is the antidote for depression. Take a chance, jump into the unknown and you will be amazed at what is awaiting you after you do.”

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