Sos: Survivors Of Suicide Poem by Ray Andrews

Sos: Survivors Of Suicide

Rating: 3.8


Our daughter was lovely and twenty one
White things a portent for hope
But-She took the dark side, not the light side
And left on the end of a rope

She'd given us all sign after sign
We fought till' we could no more
We became resigned and waited it out
Till' she walked through death's door

We had little voice
She made her choice
A lesson: people will do what they will

Riding a mean ocean of grief
Our despair beyond belief
We knuckled down and stayed the course
And tried to move on with our lives

Troughs sticking daggers
Your broken heart staggers
Four or five years at sea

Adrift in the storm
No lighthouse formed
Trying to steer through the fog

Pain to abound
It ran us to ground
And smashed our heads
With it's heels

A horrific force
While running it's course
It flayed us down to the bone

With two ministers pointing
The way up above
We were able to find
Spirit that loved

With welcoming hand
HE gestured to land
And said 'Come, follow me'

Without bell's chime
There followed a time
When dark clouds pulled away
And we coursed out into the light

New lights came on
A new born dawn
We found
A new life that's right

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 13 December 2005

Ray, I am so sorry for your loss. I can't imagine the pain your family must've gone through. I'm so glad you chose to post this poem. Unfortunately I think this happens too often and I think your poem will help others see that there is a light at the end of their sorrow (if they just look for it) . This poem is so touching............heartbreaking. Beautifully written straight from the soul. I admire your courage for posting it. Sincerely, Mary

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Liz Munro 12 December 2005

Wow. Such and honest poem. Very well written Ray. Added your poem to my faves. I am sorry for your loss. Deserves more then 10/10. liz

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***** ********* 12 December 2005

A very courageous write Ray! Grief is a journey as you describe in your poem. All griefs are different, as are all grievers. There is a hand and a right way for everyone from my own experience. I was brought up with the idea that suicide was a terrible thing, but now don't believe in death as such. They live on in love, in our hearts. I also believe that only the good die young, they go on faster than us, because of the purity of their souls. Live again to take another step up. I suppose you could call my belief budhism? I can't even spell it! I don't know what it is, but my belief has kept me alive, this past 3 years, when all I have wanted to do is not be here, so it must be powerful, this belief of mine. A big hearted 10 and so sorry for your loss. Tai

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