By Alan Hartley
In shadows deep,
where sorrows weep,
A soul adrift, its secrets keep,
The night’s embrace, a heavy shroud,
Yet hope persists, a fragile cloud.
The moon, a witness, whispers low,
“Life’s tapestry, a vibrant flow,
Each thread, a chance, a fleeting dance,
To seize the day, to take a chance.”
For suicide, a futile quest,
A leap into the dark’s unrest,
But morning breaks, a golden hue,
And life renews, as dreams pursue.
The stars above, their ancient song,
Refrains of hope, they pull us strong,
The heart, a compass, points the way,
To brighter skies, where sunbeams play.
So let us rise, defy despair,
Embrace the light, breathe in the air,
For life, my friend, is not in vain,
A symphony of joy and pain.
The river flows, its currents swift,
And every heartbeat is a gift,
To love, to laugh, to find our place,
In this grand cosmic waltz of grace.
And when the shadows threaten near,
Remember this: you’re still held dear,
By life itself, its ceaseless tide,
A miracle where hope abides.
So let us sing, with voices free,
A hymn of life, of unity,
For suicide, a futile plea,
When dawn awaits, eternally.
Note: This poem is a celebration of life and hope. If you or anyone you know is struggling, please seek professional help and support.
