Seventeen
Please read the powerful and worthwhile poetry. Suicide is a secret murderer.
Trigger Warning: Mention of Suicide
The sea in the air, your gaze blue as the sky’s
An ocean about to break from behind your eyes
Between your quiet sobs, you hold your breath
Asking God from this despair to release—for a sunlit death
The cage of your heart begins to show
Your secret pain displayed for all to know
You run from your shadow through the night
You think you’re strong but you’re ghostly white
Wishing you were in his arms, crying every day
You’re seventeen and I know what you will say
You wait forever wretched—“I can’t feel free”
Your life fades but I know all you could be
I know everything that is going to transpire
People will not listen and many will become a liar
They will betray you and break your trust
Abuse your heart and claim to be just
Wishing you were in his arms…
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In May the Canadian Mental Health Association has set this month aside to push more intensely for mental health awareness. I have lost loved ones to suicide and it is an especially painful grief. Your poem speaks eloquently. Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
Thank you for your kind words.
I’m very sorry for your losses. Thank you for sharing.
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Hello Stell and you are welcome. We must lead with concern and kindness. We don’t know if someone is walking on the edge.
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You are welcome Carol. Most of us had known people who committed suicide. A major problem today. I learn the hard way. Lead with concern, kindness and listen. Not talk, not lecture.
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Some of us learn the hard way, yet, at least we learn. There are some who never seem to.
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It is a hard lesson dear Carol.
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Thank you, my friend.
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