I Wish

This poem is an ode to my mother's friend, who I never have met, and never will. He committed suicide shortly after realizing his medication for schizophrenia was not going stop a psychotic episode.

Rain drips slowly,

Smudging across inky black clouds.

In the rain, leaves shine like stars in the sky,

And with a sigh,

She knows he's up there too.

The rain smears dirt and grass together.

Bright and dull parts united;

One half of the whole.

The tree supports her and she wishes,

She could've healed him with love.

Rain trickles down her face,

Coppery hair shimmering.

He is gone now,

She wished she could've been there,

To keep him safe,

But she wasn't,

Was this really meant to be?

The rain fades away like autumn mist,

And sun streaks through the gloomy sky.

A sparrow bursts from the hedgerow,

Fluttering, and twittering with life.

She leans her head back and closes her eyes.

In the chaos of the garden,

A bird begins to sing.

And she knows, if she listens close,

She can still hear his lively voice, catching on the wind.

Reviews

[Saria Lon]

I'm really sorry for your mother's loss. :( I can feel the devastation in the poem in the sullen imagery, like "chaos in the garden", and "sun streaks through the gloomy sky." Heartbreaking. It reminds me of someone I know who has experienced psychotic episodes, whether schizophrenia or drug-induced I'm not sure, but I hope he's doing okay. It must be so hard.

[Maddi]

Thank you. I didnt even know about it until a few days ago. I'm studying psychology(not very well though) and I thought it was weird that my mum didn't want to talk about schizophrenia; well now I know why. Once again thank you. (: