The Voice

A young woman depressed turns to suicide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Debris of despair disrupts her mind

She looks into a mirror

Reflections of affliction stares back at her

Depression wrinkles her complexion

Lost in her own world,

She feels alone

"I'm here," whispers a voice

 

Tears no longer able to fall

Dried like a river in a summer drought

The sun shines outside,

But she sees only the murky darkness of gloom

Light of hope fizzles out

"Take my hand," whispers a voice

 

A mural of mishaps paints her soul

She is her own prosecuter

No punishment is too good

Death sings to her in a siren's tone

"Live," the voice whispers

 

Thoughts of suicide decompose her brain

Sleeping pills beacon to her

Death is her compass,

Direction to peace

"LIVE!" shouts the voice

 

A translucent figure stands before her

A friendly presence of love and calm

A voice of hope and help

She bows her head in prayer

Scenery of what her life could be flash before her

"Live," murmurs her Guardian Angel

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Audrey Howitt]

Heartwarming write!

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A very moving and heartfelt poem full of hope. This is very beautiful.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

The story in this poem was very nice and hopeful...

[realmwriter]

And just when living seems at its darkest hour, a light shines more brightly than ever before. I need that voice now, if ever I needed a voice to whisper to me and finally to shout at me and wake me from this delerium! Strong, emotional write, very nicely done!

[Enigma]

I think that was a poem full of positive emotion and hope. Its like a personification of that small voice existing in each of us promising a better day and pushing us to struggle and survive each day. Our Guradian Angel.
Well penned. :)

[Brad]

hit close to home, very well done with the emotional guts of this situation

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Live! Glorious words, penned well.

[Crowley]

sometimes we need help pulling up those bootstraps. A little divine artistry to paint the big picture for us again. Diving into the depths requires that we stop paddling all together...not natural, getting back to the surface takes will and faith....but once you are there, you can breathe again.....nice work.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

"Live"....Profound in this situation.
One world couldnt say more.
You've given us a gem.