The Light

"It gets better"- it's easily said...
Peaceful silence sounds more appealing.
Breaking free is more rewarding.

Breathe in sweet child- your shallow breaths will
gain strength
My promise is not empty.

The light glistens- so follow it.
Not the light in front of your visage,
the light at the end of the
Tunnel or Struggles.
You will conquer, you will gain
sanctity and sanity.

There is so much to hold on for.
They cry of a newborn, the singing of baby birds-
the mere value of helping another.

You are cherished here.
You are adored- so break the violence,
Expel the silence.
Hold onto the pure white light of
Hope and Life.
Breathe in Sweet Child.

*This poem is dedicated to vicitims of suicide, loved ones of suicide victims, and those contemplating suicide. There is always a way. You are loved. it DOES get better.*

Temptation

Something swinging, dangling on a thread...
about to snap-
just right there in front of me
Will I grab it?
This temptation is too much- more than I can handle
I shall fullfil many temptations but this one?
Sweet as the fall breeze gracing my face-
so sweet, to the very taste

Taste it.
Temptation.