Tag Archive | suicide

It’s A Life

TheMagicRealist.com

Some who don’t live a fine life may just want to quit
All because our comparisons to other folk
Are blown out of perspective. No life can compare
With another life. This only leads to despair.
The solution to pain is not going for broke
On the hope freedom comes from the act I commit.

A black hole with a force field becomes of my chest
As I strum the vibration of all that goes wrong
In my waking life. There is a way I can see
That if I would stop strumming, clearer I would be
At discerning the ways in which all do belong
To a purpose much larger wherein all are blessed.

It’s A Life – nothing special – a small grain of sand
On a beach of such vastness. I am not alone
Nor do I need forget that all grains are the same.
I respond to life’s tides and have no one to blame
If I feel disconnected and left on my own.
I am fortunate in having learned this first hand.

Talking Oneself Off the Ledge

TheMagicRealist.com

I am told life is precious, including my own,
By behavioral science and men of the cloth,
But not by those who would leave me out on the ledge.
It is up to me only. To thy own self pledge
To remember the big picture – not the thin swath.
Any vision from that space is fear overgrown.

 I may long for the tunnel, then pure loving light
That I don’t seem to find here in this blurry realm.
What I see down below me I don’t want to face.
Down there needs not another. It would be disgrace
To give up such a fine face to life overwhelm.
What if I suffered greatly? That would kind of bite.

That is hardly the point, though. There are many ways
One may take matters drastically into one’s hands.
There are things about living that I may despise,
And my focus on those things would be my demise
Had I not a defense for life’s unmet demands.
There’s no hope in the pavement. There’s no need to gaze.