Kind of a depressing poem that I wrote waaaay back in high school. I must have been having a bad day–writing a downer of a poem is a great way to process complicated feelings. But, considering the nature of the poem, I want to add: If you are dealing with something, get help. You are not alone. The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is: 800-273-8255. The world can be a terrible place, but I promise, it’s less terrible with you in it.
You’re walking ‘cross a thin rope;
You’re hoping to survive,
But no one gave a promise
To this life that we’re assigned.
You’re standing on a bridge;
The wind is lashing at your face,
And I wonder what has happened
To lead you to this place.
Do you finally feel alive
After years of being dead?
And is your thumping heart
Solace for the lies he said?
Do you plan to be reborn
In the ashes of the waves,
Or are you simply frightened
Of all you could not save?
You ignore the quiet voice
That whispers in your ear.
You tightly clench your fists
Against the very things you fear.
The time is ticking with the storm;
You hold your breath and wait
Anticipation coats your veins–
You hesitate, but it’s too late.
The choice is made, the deal is done,
The ink has finally dried.
Open your eyes and feel the rush–
It’s time you said goodbye.
And I wonder if the fall
Will shake you form this dream,
And in your eyes, I can see
You are wondering the same thing.
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2020
