Posted by: Postordinandy | July 7, 2014

The Unbearable likeness of being.

Trigger warning – this poem is about suicidal issues.

I make no judgement calls on the ‘right or wrong’ of that issue (but, for the record, am thankfully not personally in a place where I am wrestling with this).

If you find yourself considering suicide, talk to someone you trust – call the Samaritans 08457 90 90 90 if you are scared of what your friends might say or think.

If you know someone who is struggling, there may well be nothing you can do or say to help – let them know that you are there for them if they are able to respond…
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When the trigger is fearfully pulled,
When the rope snaps taut,
When the pill bottle slips from the fingers
And rolls dully onto the floor.
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When the spectrum of life
Loses another unique shade,
And the jigsaw of family
Becomes ever incomplete.
.
When the trials of this life
Are too heavy to bear –
And then added to unmercifully –
And so finally the bruised reed snaps.
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Know that beyond the void,
Lay the strongest arms, ready to embrace,
And hold, and hold, and hold…
And finally peace is granted.

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