What Do I Know? (about suicide) – Kurt Webb
What do I know about suicide? Nothing, but the emptiness of a slow death, one drink at a time.
Nothing, but the wail of grief from a mother who will never get to console her son again.
Nothing, but the empty cry of a child who will never be enough to bring her father back.
Nothing, but the despair of holding your child and wondering how fucked up she will be because
of you.
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Knowing
By David W Sweet
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You can slip to the edge of darkness,
and believe you’re losing to the despair.
However, no matter what and at any time,
you have the power to call in the light—
to stare darkness in the eye.
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Hope (#2)
By David W Sweet
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Can you remember the
smallest feeling of having
faith that all will be okay?
Can you choose to search
past the “last straw” to
recall an act of kindness
or a fragment of past joy?
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Hope (#1)
By David W Sweet
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Hope is a thread.
Hope is an open door.
Hope is a sound.
Hope is a sunrise,
a sunset, or maybe
solid ground noticed
in the last moment.
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Hope is a glance, a nod,
a sign of knowing,
a hand extended to help.
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Please . . . Not Today
By David W Sweet
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If only for a brief moment, these
events are all mine . . .
All me, all mine, and today
I’m not letting go . . .
I claim all this good for myself.
I’m staying, and thanking
my heart and soul for never
giving up—at least for now,
for one more time . . .
Today.
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