Between Oceans of Despair and Healing.
Ah, the walk through the brambles
that life far too ofen inflicts,
to the edge of the ocean of despair.
Some only wade there,
others immerse themselves
in its bitter waters
made up of all the world's tears.
Many dive deep and are washed away,
even though there is a bright day that hangs
over this vast puddle of saline,
and many more bright days to come...
One must learn
to tiptoe barefoot
along despairs edge,
see the total bleakness
of what it offers
and head back to what
could be anything but bleak.
I have known friends who have
plunged deeply into despair
never to come back,
the wail of death swallowed them
by their own choice.
But days, weeks,
sometimes even months later,
the reasons for thier taking their own lives
were resolved, and they could have just
hung in there and it all would have been O.K.
We should try to avoid the rush to exit,
when there are so many other doors
to be let in to someone elses heart.
We are Our own best glue
when heart and soul are shattered,
we know where all the pieces go,
less the one he/she stole.
That's a gap that has to be filled
by another more loving person to come.
It makes a small window to
remind us that it is a vast
cruel world out there
and we should never
let just anyone in.