As a result of an epiphany in my life, very simple, but with
A driving force, started an onslaught of memories which
I began to write in prose and poetry. A year or two after
This my son took his life interrupting my ability to continue
Writing for quite some time. After this episode I also attempted
To take mine as well. I have written poems on these two
Experiences
Intervention
It was a sudden decision, a force grabbed my mind, to all
Things on earth I was blind. I was done!
A warm summer evening, with beauty all around that I would
Never again look upon
A bottle of pills and a bottle of wine would do this job just fine
Driving up the road past homes of friends, I did not realize the
Pain my decision would bring
But this would only be for a time, friends would soon forget, I
Would beforgotten as time went on. The sun began to set as
I parked the car on a far off road, my last night on earth, taking
One more look, shadows lingering upon the hills
My last night on earth, I twisted the cork, tipping the bottle to
My lips, then taking the bottle of pills with one more look at the
Lavender hills, falling asleep, death would be a sweet release
Suddenly I awoke to the sound of words, I was placed on a
Stretcher, they were trying to keep me alive, I was angry,
“Why God was I not taken, did You have something else in mind?
Did I try to stop my clock just for You to rewind? This was my
Intention but He had plans of intervention, the answer to this
Question would come in time
Released
The door closes behind me, I am released from the hospital
Back into the world of obstacles, I feel the warm sun on my
Skin, fresh air I breathe, I hear sounds of cars speeding by
The sound of an airplane, the sound of the train, people
Rushing about to survive, will I succeed facing the world
With nerves on edge from medication and sedation? I
Have reservations as I leave this place, the world went on
Without me, not knowing or caring why I suddenly left
I have been among people who were very ill with
Challenges we all have in common, I do not quite
Understand their tight hold on life, when I was so intent on
Leaving this world, with my stay the space of time empties into
Remoteness, days lose their existence, no one understands
The apprehension I feel, will I face emptiness, can I make it
In life? Little do I know there is Someone close by, I am not
Alone in this.
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