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Suicide can never really be understood, just forgiven and lived with love
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The people left behind,
Never to understand,
Not God’s approved way out,
Not something anyone
Really wants to do;
Trying to image why—
Too much pain,
No other way out,
Complete and utter trust
In what’s coming next;
We’ll never know,
At least quite yet,
Seeing how—
Slowly with bottle in hand,
Pills one by one,
Or gradually giving up;
Quickly with gun to head,
Or crashing your car,
Or pulling the plug;
The people left
Can only cry,
Feel guilty,
And wonder why,
But keep on trying,
To live for the one gone,
then forgiving her
and us too.
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| Reviewed by Linda Hill |
7/26/2012 |
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William,
I've often wondered of the pain a person has to be in to commit suicide. How desolate they must feel. If they would only think 100 yrs from now what will their problems matter. This too shall pass.
Many blessings,
+Linda |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
7/16/2012 |
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It may be hard, especially if one is close, but I think the best solution is to say that the person's time had come. Who are we to judge why or why not? To feel guilty for someone committing suicide, speaks of our relationship to them.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Patricia Bryte (Reader) |
7/16/2012 |
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Bill's poem Suicide Survivor rings true: I lost an adult daughter almost ten years to the day--the Coroner's report said "over-supply of blood pressure medicine in the blood." I felt strongly her heart - on all levels - gave out. She had put on her best pajamas and laid on the floor, no longer willing to endure the heat in the valley or the cold of alienation. I still lay down on that floor (mentally) with her at unexpected moments. Yet the guilt and grief - my own from "not doing or being enough" - have transmuted into teaching and facilitating mostly young adults in a voc ed school. I think Monica would be happy that her life was given as a leaf in the soil. Maybe not.
I appreciate and enjoy Bill's crisp and wide views... |
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