My heart is so full, I will just have to it pour out.
There will be water and blood and wine
pouring from this glass of mine.
I do not suggest you drink it,
simply see it,
soak into a dry land
leaving my left hand
It started on a Thursday closer to the beginning of this month of September. My mom shared with me. “Oh, Mom! That’s is so hard.” Her sister called. The son of a long-time friend…gone…suicide…he left a seven-yr-old son.
Later that day, a call from my mother-in-law. “Oh, Oma, No. Please. No.” Her best friend’s releative…gone…suicide…in his thirites…gone.
The next day. “No. No! NO!” I had just met him a few weeks ago. “Hi, you are new to Springdale. Welcome to our city!” Gone…new job…in his twenties…suicide.
And the stories keep rolling in.
And I cry and ache and spin
They may not be my kin
but I see the pain they’re in
I feel the need to win
WE WILL LIVE! Please, please, live with me. Be alive. Live. Live! LIVE! Have life. Life! LIFE!
Stay alive. Keep breathing.
You see me smiling pretty much every day. I have a great smile. Do you know why I am often smiling? I like you. I like people. Your beauty and creativity and uniqueness…it makes me smile.
You do not see me in my closet alone
rocking and crying,
fighting demons trying
to destroy my mind.
I am the smile and the the wail.
I am the skip and the vale.
My fist will beat the tile
My tears will stretch a mile
Your story is worth sharing. Your life is worth living. We are listening. We do care. We do understand.
Lie: You are not worth it.
Truth: You are worth dying for.
If you are truly, deeply honest, you want someone to die for you. To love you that much. I want this. I have this. Christ died for me. He loves me that much. It hurts that he did this for me, but he said it was the only way. Ha! If you don’t help yourself, keep yourself from dying, is that still suicide, or is it sacrifice? I don’t care. He already did it and he beat death and he is my LIFE!
By the way, I believe he loves you that much too. He is just that kinda guy. Loves everybody. Understands everybody. That’s my Jesus.
I live because he lives in me. So I live and fight and laugh and cry…and write.
Listening and loving,